He slowly sits up, rubbing his brow.<br/><br/>"I don't know the exact building or even the district, so you'll forgive me for sounding like a smartass and saying Jangling Hiter. You already know that though, don't you?"<br/><br/>Assuming some cue is given that suggests Alaedra does not in fact know this, he continues.<br/><br/>"That's surprising. Well, where to start then. We are in Baator, Hell, whatever you wish to call it. Suspended from Dis, the second layer, and hanging above Minauros, the third layer, is the city of Jangling Hiter. We're in it. It's sort of a prison plane for mortals, and mostly inhabited by Kytons and devils that like inflicting pain. I mean, particularly so, more than usual.<br/><br/>It is considered part of Minauros, so falls under the jurisdiction of Mammon, although Sagirsa rules the city specifically. That's the most of it. Main businesses are transport and torture."