Luoghi

• Il sacro pozzo delle anguille. La gente gli butta uova sode
• Lo zoo domestico segreto di Antares. Gestito da Hildi, "amante" degli animali. (si vocifera che faccia sesso coi suoi animali)
• Bisteccheria. (La peggiore della zona, con un mucchio di competizione)
• Moschea realizzata in roccia di corallo
• Bairam: moschea dei dadi. Moschea casinó
• Galleria d'arte di ... (Firuz Shah?)
• Halfling pasticcere, cerca un degno rivale. Howard has a team of ten halflings working for him, although only three (he, his wife, and his daughter), are originally from Durpar. The rest are employed and trained by him, and the pastries of the Baker establishment are well known for quality. His specialties are bouqthi, a rhubarb filled pastry, both very tart and very sweet at the same time, and fruitcakes of all types. He also makes a hot pie known as a "bubbler", using cherries or peaches, that are still bubbling when removed from the oven. These are usually prepared in the evening, when the worst heat of the day is gone. The smell usually has customers surrounding his shop, for everyone agrees that bubblers must be eaten hot.
• One of the most prominent dwarven families in the city, Al-Thuria produces good quality leather goods of all types, for all uses. Their tanneries are easily located, as they are in the most pungent area in the whole district. None of the Thuria have an effective sense of smell any longer, but this does not prevent them from producing good leather. The Thuria also own three large factories where the leather is worked. One specializes in leather armor, another in saddles and tack, a third in sandals, backpacks and other common items.
• Muliban is credited with being able to fashion over 6,000 differently colored dyes, some of which can not be reproduced anywhere else. Dakim is currently working on a project to use giant spider silk to make a bedspread for the Grand Caliph. He has the backing of the family, and he may seek out adventurers for a small mission. He needs more giant spiders, alive. Dakim began his career as a slave. He is still technically owned by the family, but he is far too valuable to be treated as even a most favored slave. He has authority to make business decisions for the family, and he inspects many of the shops that sell Al-Kamari goods himself. He also keeps a keen eye on the competition, and can frequently be found wandering the Clothiers’ District. Sadik Harama, Fine Weapons: Sadik is an old dwarf who has gone almost completely bald. He deals in all types of metal weapons. Sadik employs two ogres as bearers and guards; both are always armed with sturdy two-handed swords. Sadik produces weapons of average to good quality, but he is a poor bargainer
• Vicolo puzzolente di olio e aceto perché ci buttano le otri rotte
• He inquires about a particular house in one of the neighborhoods and is told that it is haunted by jinn and that anyone who stays the night there dies before morning. The corpses have to be dragged out with ropes since the local people are too scared to enter the house. Always on display are towering bronze statues
• An intact aphorism near the bottom of the minaret clearly reads: How can any man born of earth claim to divine the true purposes of the gods? Rumor has it that inquisitive djinn periodically return to the temple on the darkest nights of the summer to debate the meaning of this aphorism. Humans bearing fresh apples, a favorite treat of the djinn, are allowed to join the debate. The djinn sometimes reward perception and sagacity with wishes, but punish trivial musings with face slaps and other physical reprimands.

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• With its rancid waters and dull-witted battan fish, the river is most certainly excluded when the gods tally their proudest achievements. Al-Adib River Slums line the shores of the western Al-Adib. For centuries, the peasants used the waters as a dump, a place to dispose of melon rinds, soiled dishdashahs, long robelike garmentsand even donkey carcasses. Sheikh Ahi al-Hadd forbade the practice some years ago, but for the most part, the peasants ignored the decree. Portions of the river reek of garbage, filth so thick that a fish an inch below the surface cannot be seen. Better to roll in the mud than bathe in the western Al-Adib. And do not even consider drinking its waters.
• The average Numtanajd adult has fewer teeth than fingers, bathes only if he happens to be caught in a rainstorm, and considers carrion a delicacy. But the Numtanajd are peace lovers, and they placate their intolerant neighbors with gifts of mutton, wool (for saddle blankets and tents), and a tangy beverage called rakiq made from sheep’s milk and garlic. Traders also can obtain these items from the Numtanajd by offering coffee, honey, and salt.
• A ghost named Natifa, who appears as an elderly woman with rich brown skin and shoulder-length hair as white as a chicken egg. When a stranger approaches, Natifa may ask him to prepare her a meal. If the stranger declines, Natifa politely but firmly asks him to leave. If the stranger agrees, Natifa asks him to name the dish he intends to prepare (the more exotic the dish, the more intrigued she will be). If the dish requires special ingredients, she will fetch them. The dish must be prepared on her stone oven, using her cookware and utensils. When the stranger completes the dish, Natifa descends from the fountain to sample it. If the food displeases her, she casts it into the pool, throwing the stranger in after it, then disappears. The stranger will have to navigate the flaming arafaj to return to shore. If Natifa enjoys the dish, she shows her appreciation by aiding the stranger, usually by offering information. She knows the best route to virtually every location in the High Desert. She also predicts the weather with uncanny accuracy and tracks the movement of bandits.
• “A thousand curses upon this village of infidels! I have not once, not twice, but three times taken my wares to Hulmby invitation, I might add only to be ambushed, beaten, and left for dead in the desert. My naive faith in humankind and, admittedly, the promise of a new market lured me back after my common sense told me to stay away. Would that someone bum the wretched place to the ground!”