Lower Quays
Nineteenthday, Fifthmonth 616 NF
Morning
The air was thick with the pungent scent of the city docks: the distinctive earthy smell of the riverbank mixing with the stink of unwashed humanity.
A cacophony of sounds filled the air: the creaking of ropes, the clanging of metal fittings, and the excited chatter of the crowd. And always in the background, the dull roar of the Nentir Falls up ahead to the north. Children ran along the edge of the river, their eyes wide with wonder as they watched the porters board your keelboat and unload crates and barrels of goods.
The city's skyline was a patchwork of timber-framed houses, their roofs thatched with straw. Smoke curled lazily from chimneys, mingling with the early morning mist. A sturdy tower, its walls constructed of pale green stone that matched no other building in Fallcrest, stood sentinel over Lowtown, a silent witness to centuries of history. Behind it, the Bluffs rose 200 feet and more into the air, carving the city in half.
You collect your personal items and nod your goodbyes to the captain of the keelboat. The Swiftwater Clan was nothing if not efficient and your payment for passage to the Nentir Vale had been settled long ago. You know very little of the city but the hairfoot sailors had recommended the Blue Moon Alehouse. It seemed a little early for an ale but, judging from the potential clientele walking around the Quays, they might have reason to be open at this hour.

Map source is D&D Doodle