Before the Romans left, they made camps in the desert in a vain attempt to hunt down the Magi. Obviously, they failed, and this camp is one of very few that actually remain. There are badly made attempts at shelter; oilskins tied to trees and rocks that served as tents for the men and now serve as protection from the elements for the horses. It is here that the Wasteland herd tend to gather, lazing around in the shade or discussing the joy that is herd politics.
