Scabpick Alley is home to the dregs of Scuttlepeg. A mass of tent towns and government housing, the Alley has seen better days. Visitors are encouraged to bring incense; since the stench of the docks and the pollution from the factories like to converge here. The residents of the district try to eek out a living as best they can, and disease and hunger are rampant. Except for a few temporary attempts to improve the area, the Senate has left the citizens to their own devices. During the day, the district is crammed with bodies, begging and warming themselves in the sun. At night, most of the residents travel the rest of the city, looking for scraps or charity from better off areas. Scabpick is a very dangerous area, but it usually doesn’t leave the alley.
- The Beggar’s Guild: In an out-of-the-way corner of the Alley, a small collection of the areas wiser citizen have banded together to improve their lot. Using a few select (and public) acts of kindness and some stirring speeches, the newly formed Beggar’s Guild is petitioning the Senate for more representation for the lower classes.
- Rattlebone’s Tea House: Just off the entrance to the alley proper, Rattlebone’s Tea House serves as a meeting place for mediums and adepts of all sorts. It is a somber, ivy-choked building, and very few people know of its more arcane purposes. Gathering to trade technique and tips, the House is home to charlatans and much more effective practitioners. Rattlebone, who has taken the title of “Scuttlepeg’s Premier Necromancer,” loves his art almost as much as he loves tea.
- The Sewers: Scabpick Alley contains one of the few unguarded entrances to the sewers. The locals don’t recommend the trip though.