Sumir is land ruled by sultans, tribal leaders, merchant princes and desert warbands each attempting to carve out their own small portion of the vast desert. War and trade seem the only constants in this land of ever-shifting leadership, proving the old adage that the desert can never truly be conquered. Indeed, travelling through the center of Sumir, where the heat is most unforgiving, is a death sentence without guidance from the few hardy tribes that brave it. There are but few shelters there, ancient ruins half-swallowed by the sands and distant oases offering brief respite. In the southwest, the city of Bahs stands as a gateway to the West Sea and trade with the city Velora of Mohsal. To the southeast, Quma sends caravans carrying affron, cinnamon, sumac, and precious resins into Athesh.