The city of Bellport lay at the edge of the Vardian desert. The jewel of a country inhabited by nothing more then sand  and wandering bands of of elvish nomads. Beyond stretched a great sea, that reached beyond  the horizon. The only great port in this barren land attracted all sorts, those seeking adventure as well as those seeking forbidden pleasures. A bastion of life in a barren wasteland.<br/><br/>The port itself was shadowed in the dark night of the desert. Ships tied to docks worn with age and weather. The mud and brick buildings were filled with ether drunken sailors howling their praises to a large haul or woman in scant desert clothing lustfully ushering in those who pass by.