a small, walled town named Chamy-Nix. The place sounded vaguely promising but proved to be a big let-down, just another wet Rhonish town, as dour and worthy as all the rest. Worse still, it was one of those damnable places where the locals pretend not to speak the Empire Tongue. They do of course, but they hide behind some or other ancient language as if taking pride in being so primitive.
