Market Tomb

A tumbled necropolis lies in the lee of a series of low hills, near Three Rocks. Far from being a place of dread, it is instead used as a market by a number of the local desert tribes. They meet here every full moon to trade goods, share tales and enjoy each other’s hearths. The dead of the necropolis watch over them, they say, and will pursue and punish any who cheat or steal from the traders at the market. What better place to ensure honest behaviour?