"You're free to go wherever you like as long as you obey the law; if you're on someone's private property they're entitled to ask you to leave, and to enforce that if you refuse," replies Clipboard. "We'll make sure someone is here to greet your passengers when they disembark, although that looks like it will not be difficult. Local law relevantly prohibits promoting false virtues, the teachings of false exemplars or false paragons, actively teaching and promoting false doctrines, or the worship, veneration or exaltation of any inhuman entity or force; we tend to be lax on that last one for foreigners as long as it's not encouraging anyone else to join in. Slavery is defined regarding persons, it seems likely that your nonsentient spirits or natural forces are not relevantly persons." He leafs through his clipboard and pulls out a piece of paper, small but densely printed. "Here is the schedule of illegal items, it's unclear whether you will know them by the same names, please do ask for clarification; policy is not to confiscate from the vessels of foreigners as long as they do not bring them onto land."
"If you'd like to meet our bishop I'm sure he'd make time for you, or we could head to the Cathedral and you can have your fill of religious education," offers one of Laria's group.
"Geometry isn't a very popular casting form here unless you count runes and constellations, but it's possible," replies Tommaso, "I'm sure they'll be extremely keen to exchange notes."
"Humans are only part of our population," points out one of Tommaso's hangers-on, "we also have orcs, and also not all humans are descended from the Steinr and the Vard - leading theories suggest origin populations in Varushka from Night magic, and separately in one of the jungle nations overseas, from the great apes."
"Our docks at Caricomare are of course the most beautiful in the known world," Laria asserts, "although you may also want to look in at Siroc for a different style. I imagine if Temeschwar or Holberg had great docks they would indeed be a 'dump', yes. Let's head towards the Blood Red Quays Art Gallery, do let me know if you want a closer look at anything we pass."
The docks are bustling with activity, mostly officials checking paperwork, stevedores loading and unloading (there are some construction projects ongoing that look like they are some kind of mechanical crane, but they are not yet in operation), passengers alighting and taking in the sights and smells of the city (surprisingly pleasant for a medieval kind of city, heavy on the spices and perfumes). A few enterprising merchants have simple stalls set up in the arches supporting the next level of the city, mostly selling food and drinks, some fishing and boat repair supplies.