A harbor on the coast of Hagswood, perpetually shrouded in unnatural darkness. The sun doesn't reach Nightport. Clouds and canopy have nothing to do with it; darkness has seeped into the air itself. Visitors report a pressure on their eyes, a thickness to the shadows that defies torchlight.
The hags of Hagswood use Nightport as their launching point for raids into the Strait of Curses. Their boats, if they can be called that, drift out from the harbor on nights when Nyxara hangs dark, hunting ships that stray too close to shore.
A few living traders deal with the hags through Nightport, exchanging goods for services or safe passage. These traders are universally distrusted elsewhere, but their prices for certain commodities can't be matched.