The Lower Ward
The Lower Ward is where the people of Sigil come to sweat and toil – at least, those poor sods who
actually have to work for a living. The clustered streets of this ward are jam packed with warehouses,
workshops, tanneries, forges, foundries and laboratories. Everywhere a body turns they’ll spot
someone – or, as is often the case here, some thing – working his tail off from peak to antipeak. Of course, almost as numerous – or, perhaps more so – are the drinking holes, taverns, breweries and
alepits that serve these hard working berks. Sweating is a thirsty job, after all, and someone has to quench that thirst.