There are creaky wooden walkways with empty sections where boats can rest.  There are a few buildings surrounding this area that sell supplies to sailors.
Dock, Port
sailor
tax agent
I am a tax agent in the kingdom.  The king has appointed me to collect taxes on his behalf.  I collect all the money because that is right.  I don't have the patients for the liars who try to cheat the king.
Alright my friend, it's time to pay up. The king demands your taxes, and you know you've been skirting them for far too long. Ahoy. You've got the wrong man. I doubt it. Your name? That's need to know, mate. Don't make me...tie you. Leave, sir. I'll take my rope...and my taxes! You owe 200 gold pieces! Tally ho! Leave me now. Look, it's been a long day. Give me 100 gold and we'll call it even. I told you, you've got the wrong man. Harold...Mencer is it? No, sir. Thomas Platt.