The buildings there are earthen ones, built with clay and soil. In the richer sections of town, buildings have more space between homes. The citylord's local mansion is three stories tall, with a stone wall surrounding its compact, neatly gardened grounds.
The low sounds there are the thunder and whinnies of wild horses on the plains.
There is a smell of refuse there; a pungency compounded by weeks spent marinating.
It is in a lait, protected by a towering cliffside to the east.