We soon learned that the desert was hot, full of traps, dangerous fauna and flora, that the locals were all cheats, crazy stereotypical salespeople. Teddy tested the dangers of the city by walking up to a man and bluffing the crowd into thinking that man was quite important, a celebrity of sorts. The crowd quickly murdered the man and stole everything. We knew then that this place was not certainly anywhere near 'home', nor likely were we to find help. And it didn't help that the local religion was more or less made to be a poke at radical, extreme Islam. Having fought radical, extreme Islam first hand I found the whole thing to be both offensive, and pretty funny at the same time. I'll say this, the man knew how to effect a good parody. The clerics would stand up on these towers, towers made of copper to reflect the bright sun and remind people to cast their eyes down in submission. These fellows would then bring 'light' to the people by burning folks they considered not particularly devout. For example, some kid who keeps playing instead of praying, boom, light from the sky and fire. Some lady showing too much skin, fire. Some merchant with too many crazy camels, fire. We managed to procure supplies and a guide, and set off to crack open some ancient tomb that was, I shit you not nothing but traps. It must have been at one point the national trap museum because everything was more or less out to kill us. There was a chair that exploded, a rug that tried to eat me and enough swinging pendulums of death, pitfalls, darts from keyholes and other such nonsense that we eventually stopped trying to go into the damn place. Teddy said he had an idea and that he would return. He wrote a furious note to the DM, who read it, laughed, and rolled some dice.