A city of whispers and wind, Kazdiriin is a place of constant flux, its towers shifting like mirages as the djinn who dwell within reshape their domain at whim. One day, a palace of sapphire may gleam beneath the sun, only to vanish by nightfall, replaced by a spire of stormclouds and lightning. The city follows no mortal law, and those who enter may find the streets altered with each step. To trade with the djinn of Kazdiriin is to bargain with the storm itself, for nothing here is ever truly owned, and the wind does not grant second chances.