Our ancestors, going back centuries, speak of a myth about a great city from the ancient times under this very place. It is said it is as great in size as the Kha'labal itself, originally built round an underground oasis. Tales have fell to our ears from generation to generation of thousands of flamingos to give added color to the place, of lavish parties hosted daily with banquets made of every savory meat, archery ranges and underground pools. Every block of it is said to be made of pure gold and throughout the city the pillars which uphold it are of gemstone... Ha! We Forty are nothing but pursuers of valuables and we do not lift a finger to such a fantasy, there is so much free gold passing above our heads on the dunes of the Kha'labal we do not have time for such legends written for children. 

It is rumored The Forty have even tamed and ridden the ancient scarab...