The city of Driach was known as the City of Many Flames. It owed its fame to the strange crystalline growths dotted throughout the tar pits that bubbled downriver from its streets and spires. The bestilted men of the pits, wiry and deeply stained, harvested the crystals under the dark of every new moon, when the glinting, faceted reflections of lamplight could best indicate the choicest specimens. Once harvested the thin ropy strands burned clear and bright and smokeless, and stayed alight for many moons at a time. The tapers adorned every street and every spire, small points of light in the darkness coming together to form something brilliant and shining.