From the Wildspace Spelljammer blog, an excerpt from my fan fiction series that takes place in the Spelljammer D&D setting:
Spacefarers everywhere agreed: the Rock of Bral was a wretched den of vice, thievery and betrayal; the midden-pit of the Universe. But everyone came there eventually. That’s what Shaundar Sunfall was relying on. Sooner or later, if his sister yet lived, she would come to this place.
He had been in port three months now, however, and he wasn’t sure he could wait here much longer. The handful of coins he’d arrived with when he hit the shore had quickly dwindled away. Shaundar had no idea how expensive everything was here. The last time he had been on the Rock, he’d still been a member of the Imperial Elven Navy, and they’d seen to his needs at the base. Now that he was officially a deserter, to return to the Navy would be to court death – or worse. He shuddered at the memory, and his scarred back twinged painfully.