It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Scanlan Shorthalt, a gnome bard . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, The spiraling tower of black iron and copper. He throws a square, metal icon.
DM: Uten is like, "Okay, follow me. I will lead you." Even he is looking a little weird over at Senokir.
Player: And when I cast Seeming, I also cast it on myself, making myself look like an azer?
DM: An azer. The flaming beard dwarf.
Player: Yeah, I don't know if I can make flames with Seeming.
DM: We'll say for the purposes of the illusion you can pull off something that resembles flames enough to the point where it should pass.
Player: All right, great.
DM: All right, so, as you guys walk out into the city, you are lead by Uten on a similar path that led you by the Pyriculum where you met Whaska, but you continue past that in the northeast direction heading towards, as he tells you as you pass, near the naval grounds of the Sea of Fire. Beyond that, you guys find the streets become wider and the network of clusters of metal cages begin to adorn portions of the center street islands. Within these cages, you see humanoids of all walks of life, creatures, beasts; it's a collection, a veritable zoo of entities from all the planes, all bound to various cages, chains, and other elements, whereas efreeti individually bark from top in a language you don't understand. You see large banners and streamers set across elements of the road to mark various segments of this area, and at this point Uten turns to you and goes, "Well, you have officially reached The Arches. I will bid you adieu as I also will not want to deal with a pit fiend. Good luck."
