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- the city of Baeroni, once a bright haven for magic users, now boasts little more than a dock and a brothel since the gods allowed a federation of nomadic hill tribes united around an ogre to ruin the city
- there’s a giant-sized icehouse with a sign of an armadillo hanging outside of it that smells like merlot far to the north. It’s said that here, a sun-burned refugee who tells a tale of a city with pastries as tall as buildings is said to have slain twenty men, not counting hobbits
- in Poona, the City of Traitors, one of the pieces of the soul of Don the Hale, split into 94 pieces a millennium ago, resides in an old musketeer from the plains outside Lintukoko, where many a shield and helm has fallen who is unaware of this fact
- the Hereditary Falconer in sunken Lindeldt is actually an immortal head that is placed on a wax body when forced to make appearances
- in Poona, castrated boys tend a sacred flame that must never go out, lest leaf rust coat the orchards, dooming the harvest