Swamp Town is a squalid settlement on the southeast Isthmus of Lustria. A group of gamblers founded it after fleeing from their depts in Port Reaver. As time went on, it grew from a ramshackle shanty town into the one of the busiest trade destinations in Lustria.
Despite the brothels and taverns making up its decadent core, Swamp Town is no place for excess. With a name the inhabitants had shown surprising honesty with, Swamp Town is malarial and grubby. Its crudely built huts and hovels are riddled with termites and slimed with mould; even the newest of them stink of decay as they rot slowly back into the ground from which they had sprung. They stink further as they decompose, each of them filled with the rank odour of rotten vegetation and other, more revolting things. But if the air indoors is dank, the air outside is even worse. After what a voyager had experienced crossing the ocean, and the clean air of sea breezes, the humidity here is choking, an asthmatic fog that drones with the constant hum of countless biting flies.
Past the rickety bamboo pier, even the streets ooze. Mud and shit suck hungrily at one's feet with every cloying step, insinuating itself into the damp leather of boots and spilling over the cuffs.