Jack of Harts

The souk. Narrow alleys with their centuries of history pressing in on the marketplace shops. The scent of spice, of dust, and camel dung overwhelming your senses. Taste the sharp mint tea, the iced melon, the orange blossom water. Witness the dazzling, bewildering, astounding array of wares that confuse the eyes. The chant of the muezzin droning over the babble of many languages, rising and falling at all hours of the night and day in this sleepless, restless place.

In the Goblin Souk, you will find stories of genies, lamps, and wishes both granted and unfulfilled. Beware the Souk. You may leave with more than you are prepared for… or less…