Sector XIII is very much the neglected corner of the Urbs Roma. A tangled web of narrow, crooked alleyways that twist and turn without reason, the air here is thick with smoke, sewage and the faint scent of street-side food stands. Dilapidated tenements lean precariously over the muddy streets and old laundry hangs between windows. The few fountains that remain trickle weakly, more as an invitation for scavengers than a source of sustenance. Stray dogs prowl among piles of refuse, and only the very poor linger in the doorways, their eyes weary as they beg for anything a rare passerby can give. Safety is a luxury few — none, truly — can afford here, and it is not recommended that any well-meaning citizen visit this area, else they might find their purses short of more than a few denarii.