Six hexes southwest of Alakran.
Just east of the Targatan village of Wezgeb, past the plains with clumps of grass that feed its goats and canels, you will find a sunken tract of land several miles wide. Most of the year, the ground is cracked, dark, and crumbling, dotted with thorny bushes and tough razor grasses adapted to ride out the seasonal drought. In the rainy season, though, poor drainage turns the dry ground into a slurry; the plants grow green and bloom, and excess water trickles out through the wadi that leads due north.
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