Few a couple silver pieces, a couple of young lads with a jolly boat offer to take you to the far side of Baldur’s Gate, to the docks in the outer city. A few hours on the river, with twilight falling, you watch as you pass the large harbour and the formidable city walls. The water is busy with sail ships and rowers going in and out with cargo or passengers. In time you reach the busy but more work-a-day piers in the old city which lies outside the walls.
At the end of one pier sits a building, with a gleaming metal dome roof catching the colours of the sunset, and a banner fluttering in the wine - The Iron Hearts, branch of the Guild of the Golem Heart.