The city lies in the Drachesand desert. It has a decidedly arabian feel to it, with much of the desert fashions and shifty characters of the Arabian Knights setting. Fortunes are made overnight through questionable deals and hidden agendas. Thieves feel right at home here. Young street urchins run amock.

Thick inky smoke rolls from the southern industrial districts, making it hard to breathe. Seedy residences spring up around the factories, mostly shoddy apartments owned by those running the factories. These places are most often rented out to factory workers. Living conditions in the northern regions are very livable, especially in the gated lush gardens of the White Pines district, where rent is outrageous and the very rich make up its population, many the rich factory owners reaping the profits of the public's craving for enchanted creature comforts such as heaters and room coolers.