The inn in Telaar.
Exotic scents waft from the cookpot in the corner, and the Caregiver smiles pleasantly from her place at the bar. From this seat, one can hear the low drone of conversation about the as a sign of life not present in most other parts of the Outlands. Magic torches lign the walls emitting a soft violet light, and, from somewhere on the upper floor, one may even hear light snores from sleeping patrons or the gentle flap of restless hippogryph wings. Promptly served to each newcomer of the inn is a vertiable king's banquet of fish, fruit, stew, and wine. It is a safe-haven amongst a world filled with turmoil, and that is true beauty.
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