Good luck making a plan in a district that sits right on the border. Evenings here start with the sound of trucks crossing, spiced scents drift out over the plain, and everyone looks busy without anyone actually rushing. Coffee, conversation, a bit of border-trade bustle — what passes for night is really just the day slowed down further. You're still standing around asking where to go, when you should already be sitting somewhere. Roll the dice and let the plain point the way.