If the housing districts represent the divide, the Dusty Refuge is the great equalizer. Its reputation of being the finest gambling hall in the city attracts citizens and foreigners alike. Through unassuming doors of a building with an unremarkable visage, a wonder of silks and lush carpets hazy with colorful smoke from hookah pipes assaults the senses of the visitor. Exotic food prepared with exotic spices water the eyes and mouth, served by exquisite waitstaff with flowing drinks keeps patrons in their seats and losing money to the house and each other.

What you think you can find in the world, you can find in High Market. Great pavilions, small storefronts, vendor carts, a child on a crate hawking apples. Here is the heart of Zeinvav City, a hustling, bustling, cacophony of people in a red brick plaza. Adventurers can find exotic ingredients and equipment or a plethora of job postings from acting as muscle for caravans racing across the desert or protection from pirates on the high seas to product testers for new recipes.

Each center of a district is one of the guard minarets, from there they spiral out to till they hit either the docks, the High Market, or the wall. Each district has colors that indicate the level of wealth of the people who live in them. Bronze for the poorest, sapphire blue for the wealthiest. Sandstone and marble make up the construction of the houses with quality of the material being another separator of class.