This market town stands at the meeting of the Cross Road and Blaern's Trail. It's a bustling, busy center of artisans and crafters, without much time for such fancies as tales of adventure and treasure. In fact, there is only one local treasure tale of note: in the early days of the Vast, before humans ruled, a "cloud castle" or aerial fortress-home inhabited by cloud giants crashed to earth here, its flying magics overcome in some aerial spell-battle.

The castle struck the earth and shattered, shaking the ground and leaving a trail of destruction as it rumbled along to disintegration. Huge soft-gold goblets and other treasures were scattered over the countryside (amid pieces of cloud giant!). Many of the fallen treasures were soon carried off by dwarves and reworked into many fine gold items, but a few (so the tale goes) were buried deep or flung high into the air, held aloft by a shred of the magic that had once lifted the castle.

Most dwarves think tales of missed giant treasure around Thindilar are pure fancy, and Elminster is inclined to agree - but he points out that a shard of pure gold as large as a cottage door was found only three winters ago by a merchant digging out a larger storage-cellar. It's a truism that skeptics in the Realms are often surprised.