North of Perdition’s Gate, beyond the Hornsickle and the Varoe Mountains is a vast plain of choking ash. The Ash was once, according to ratfolk oral tradition, a verdant grassland, extending for miles. Some great cataclysm razed the plain, and it has never borne life since. In the past, those grasslands gave rise to great cities and lavish villas. Although much of it was destroyed, plenty of treasures remain for the enterprising (or foolish) to obtain and barter with. Perdition’s Gate does a brisk trade in goods from the Ash, as many “pickers” do not possess a trade permit to move goods across the Salt Flats.