Twas a stormy night in dark Zan-Kel,
The Earth was damp, the air was dank,
The Heavens flowed into Hell,
How weary a Knighte, a Lady be?
Come rest your steps, be bold, be free,
The night is young, come see this room,
A place so warm, no fear, no gloom,
The heath to wash down your most secret sin,
Welcome my friend, to the... ...

The windows were lit with the comforting glow of burning ember. There was a large wooden slate hanging above the door that said:

The Gate Keeper's Inne

Built in dedicatione on the Birthspot of Lord Throu, High Mage

For the weary, the sick, the lonely and hurt

Established 1022

The door was unusually large, and you begin to suspect if the people inside were humans at all.

And just as your hands reached out to grab hold of the large brass handle, the grey clouds hanging above unleashed their wrath with great large drops of pelting rain.

Left without a choice, you hold on tightly to the brass knob and push the heavy door open... ...

 

The Number of satisfied guests to lodge at the Inne