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[FICTION] Naxian Culture | Crime

     Like every culture in the world, crime is a reality across Naxos. It is now better managed than it was during the Merchant Republics, with the advent of the Naxian Guard; it is also much more subtle.

    The most common crime in Naxos is theft, and in a larger sense, smuggling and racketeering. Most of it is in the cities, controlled by the so-called "Friends of Georgios", a loose connection of gangs that agree to either loosely cooperate, or at the very least stay out of each others way. The Friends are just the modern incarnation of the long history of Naxian Organized Crime.

    That said, the larger cities have plenty of individual criminals, engaging in similar crimes, or ones much more violent.

    Another facet is the realm of religious crimes outside religions are not banned officially, but they are not permitted temples, and visiting clergy must register with the Synodic Church, and request permission before any service is held. The notable exception is that of the Ansharians, who are banned from holding any service, and must go through a rigorous screening before being allowed entry in any measure.

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