Alright, he wasn't really blind, but he did have a squint. And he sold me a starchart to Cibola which was marked as Sukho. I wanted to go to Sukho to get some quality inks.

What I got was a Cibola dream vacation. COME SEE MIGHTY CIBOLA, full of snakes that make you blue, death frogs, corspes having tea, and something Jeremiah, may he rest in peace, called a St. Benard Llama.

I did learn a valueable lesson, though. Do Not Stand Near A Prince of Amber When He Needs A Ritual Sacrifice.

He did manage to get the door open, though. Apparently, the secret to getting a good ziggarat is location, location, location!