Even if the locals think it's the center of the world, there's plenty of adventure to be had beyond the City:
"Yeah, she was a thousand years old and evil, but you had to admit: that mummy could make a cleric kick out a stainglass window."*
The whole time they were guests of the Monkey King of the South Seas they were in constant danger from his capricious (and often deadly) sense of humor. Still, he had a helluva palace band.
Everywhere the two grifter eikones manifested, they acted out the same mystery play. Thick versus thin. Lean versus plenty. Either way, it never worked out well for the locals, in the end.
"The Courser is our only chance to make it in time! If we can outrun Grandfather Winter, we can easily reach the Northern Ruthenian wastes and retrieve the fragment before Donander's zeppelin is even across the Staarkish border."
*With apologies to Raymond Chandler for partially appropriating his line.