The Allir Reach was not somewhere Alexios actually liked to spend time if he was honest with himself. There was just something about the area that felt off to him. Threats both mundane and not in equal measure and a ranger/police force that was second to almost none and yet... mercenaries like himself made a killing here on both sides of the law because the rangers just weren't enough.
Orcs, Drow, humans and everything in between found their way to the Allir Reach and, so often, they were seeking their fortunes either within the walls of Alliria itself or it's surrounding countryside. There were riches to be made here so long as you didn't care how you made your money, which he could appreciate on some levels.
And despise on others.
The Allir Reach could be the making of him or it could be the ending of him and he didn't like how... final it all sounded. Oban and Elbion and even the blasted fucking desert were a lot easier to deal with than this place. They were safer only because their dangers were so obvious and so well known to everyone, himself included.
So he was sticking to the sections of the reach closest to Alliria, along the coast. The kind of area where rich merchant princes and princesses went out into the "true reach" to either prove themselves or to simply get away from the hustle and bustle of city living. In his experience, the rich and the famous? They were magnets for trouble so all he had to do... was wait.
And then decide if he would resolve their troubles or worsen them.
All depended on the price.