You find yourself in the fallen, the slums of the slums, in this case, the slums of lower Dura, essentially the trashcan of Sharn. All around the only things to be seen are ruins of a past long forgotten, buildings in decay lit by evertorches scattered about. Some hold them and some do not, stolen long ago. Even so, among this ruin movement can still be found. Some of these decrepit buildings, those with some semblance of structural integrity, have been repurposed into taverns and workshops, even some shops can be found, selling wares of questionable quality and authenticity.