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Slow Cooker Amnian Chicken – A Dish to Remember

Creamy Slow Cooker Amnian Chicken combines tender chicken, sun-dried tomatoes, and spinach in a rich sauce—a hearty dish inspired by Faerûn's lush Amn region! Learn more

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Smoked Pork Breakfast Hash: A Feast of Comfort

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Crimmor, the Caravan Capital of Amn, never sleeps. Ox-drawn wagons rattle through stone-paved streets, their drivers shouting orders as drovers lead teams of mules to the river docks. Merchants haggle over goods, while innkeepers and thieves alike seek their share of the city’s endless commerce. Here, fortune and betrayal walk hand in hand, and no caravan master is truly seasoned until they’ve passed through Crimmor’s gates.
Crimmor

Crimmor, the Caravan Capital of Amn, never sleeps. Ox-drawn wagons rattle through stone-paved streets, their drivers shouting orders as drovers lead teams of mules to the river docks. Merchants haggle over goods, while innkeepers and thieves alike seek their share of the city’s endless commerce. Here, fortune and betrayal walk hand in hand, and no caravan master is truly seasoned until they’ve passed through Crimmor’s gates. Learn more

Dorian Grantham

Dorian Grantham leaned against the railing of his barge, sharp eyes scanning the misty waters of Lake Weng. The morning haul was already packed—barrels of salted fish, crates of root vegetables, all bound for Crimmor. He adjusted the signet ring on his calloused hand, calculating profits in his head. "A fair trade is an honest trade," he murmured to himself. "But fairness still has its price." Learn more