A short, pointed notice, dispersed by the Living Guard in plainclothes:

To the refugees of West Cordor, or any other Cordorian resident sickened and disheartened by the bloodshed, the Enclave of Tarkuul is pleased to offer sanctuary to any whom wish to make the short trek. Our men will be in the swamps keeping the creatures at bay. We offer safe lodging, healing for your sick and wounded, and more important, a place to start fresh, free from the tyranny of the Harpers, Nobles and their corrupt puppets. Within the enclave even those of the most humble means can earn the chance to shed off ignorance and take Fate into their own hands, be it through the strength and discipline taught by our loyal Centurions, or the academics of the Magisterium. Tradesmen and merchants will be paid handsomely to ply their work within our halls. Be not afraid to reach out for help should you have the resolve to look past the lies they wish you to believe of us. We will be here, and we will Listen.

~Castellan Severin

And true to their word, the officers of the Living City keep the path to the portal clear of any dangers, for those brave souls that decide to try their luck.