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Known as the Celestial Seat, Nyka is a religious city in Northern Sylira. Ruled by four demigods and traversed by a large crevice, the monk-city is both mystical and dangerous. [Lore]
Azim's cave, from the outside, takes the form of what appears to be a rather sorrowfully neglected house. More a pile of rubble than anything else, with a roof half-caved, crumbling walls, and faded murals of flowering ears of wheat and dripping coins on said walls. Indeed, the only truly intact piece of the structure is the doorframe, leading to a dusty mess of rocks and broken beams passing for a hallway. This hallway stretches far into the darkness, and it is after losing sight for a chime or so that one begins to realize the true nature of the establishment. A thick, syrupy sweet odor hangs in the air, and the sounds of laughter and moans muffled by plaster and dirt occasionally echoes through the passageway. Walking another chime, one is presented with a torch in a sconce. Beside it, a simple stained wood door with a tarnished silver knocker carved in the shape of a lounging cat.
Knocking will summon Azim himself, or one of his lovely daughters, who will make haste to make his customers' acquaintance and usher them through the door. A fair cloud of smoke is often a greeter as well, billowing out to make a visitor's eyes water or fill their nose with any manner of scent. With the view now unobstructed, one can observe rows of splintery bunks on which beds of straw thinly disguised by colorful rugs and fabrics lie, with all manner of creatures spilled across them and the floor, from young thrill seekers, to those babbling souls seeking communion with their Gods, to pale emaciated shades of men content to waste away under the spell of who knows what.
Patrons-to-be are quickly hustled through the haze of smoke and to what used to be a larder, now a display room of sorts. Phials, needles, bags and pipes cover the shelves, where once stood preserves, fish, and bread. Azim prides himself on his stock, and prides himself more on their price. The cave of wonders is cheap, and while that makes its magic affordable to many, it also means much counterfeiting and corner cutting as well. While one is free to enter, he does so at his own peril.
Azim, from the tents of Halim, of the sons of Malech
Age: 43
Race: Benshira
Azim is a happy, amicable old man with an ample belly, gleaming smile, and a predilection for hyperbole. Often smiling, always ready with a handshake, a slap on the shoulder, and a kind word for his customers, Azim is perhaps one of the friendlier businessmen of the Eastern Quarter. But a businessman he is all the same, and he wants his patrons to patronize. Whilst friendly and accommodating, Azim is also a rather forceful individual, and careful deliberation is only tolerated when choosing what to buy.