the travellers rest, the most famous inn in all Da'gon. The sawdust that is spread all over the flour snaps under your feet, a thick mist, made by the scent of vommit and beer, fills your nostrils. The sound of the discussions of the drunken men and prostitutes is near unbareable, and the only good sound is the sound of the piano, located in the right corner of the inn, next to the entrance, the barman speaks to you: "hiya lassy, fancy a drink or fancy a lady? We got them both, ask me for the drinks and the (wo)men for the *caughs*, rooms can be found upstairs, you can take you whore there our you can jsut have a napp... feel free to do whatever you want, but if you get into a fight...*he scans your body* you can slean up your own mess and pay for what you broke.