The shouting stopped,the laughters melted,the singing came to an abrupt end.

Everyone's attention was fixed on the new stranger.

Anxiously, you look desperately around and your eyes land on a multitude of beings. The various inhabitants from the land of Zan-Kel. There were the arrogant Dwarves huddled in their corner by the fire, proud and unwilling to share their warmth or their space. Eyeing you with suspicion as their hands drew closer to their pouches of gold. Then there was the league of Gnomes, who were merrily singing up until your sudden entrance. The Centaurs clicked their hoofs thoughtfully, breathing heavily under their gaze. And from the rest of the crowd, you could make out a varied mixture of Fairies, Dragon-men, Clerics, Mages and Wizards (appearantly the only humans around).

Suddenly, you realise you are still holding onto the door. The rain beginning to blow into the room and create puddles on the spot where you are standing. Your hand lets go and the door slams back, causing the pillars to rumble and your body to jump slightly. You feel their eyes darting through your belongings, observing your every move. Ignoring the shivers running up your spine, you pluck up enough courage to speak:

"Where do I find lodging for the night?"
You ask in a tone unlike your own.

No one responded as they continued to study you with a seeming lack of interest... and in the fleeting moment everyone returned to their businesses. The noise resumed and the thumping of the silver tumblers returned. The atmosphere greatly lightened, you sigh in glad relief.

Heading towards the glowing fire, a fair dame rushes past your side. Somehow it brought back the grounding in your stomach. You ache all over and yearn for a bed with goosedown. Deciding to stay for the night you search for the Tavern Master... ...A plaque at the side of a wooden table ended your search. It read "Tavern Master/InneKeeper and Bar Tender : K-Lerb the Great"

Behind the table sits a little man, laboriously scribbling onto some parchment sheets. Strangely he looks up at the same time and signals you over... ...

"Welcome to the Gate Keeper's Inne!" He said warmly, telling you to take off your cloak. " And where may this humble Inne be of aid to you tired Traveller?"

"I need a room to tary the night."

"Ah, you are indeed wise, for the woods nearyby offers no sanctity to lonely mortals. Magick has seeped into the roots and poisoned the air, only Phantoms dare to tread those grounds by moonlight." he nodded,"I am K-Lerb, renowned Story Teller and Ex-Knighte."

He rummages about for the guestbook and held up his quill, "There now,you wanted a room eh..."

You tell him your name and he leans forward, writting it down in broad strokes.

"Unfortunately, our rooms are all built in the Wine Cellar, owing to the eccentricities of the master architect of this Inne. Still, if you can endure the smell of old wines and light drafts I will be glad to give you a room?"

"You look at him,weighing the odds..."I guess the storm is not going to end anytime soon, might as well catch some rest." you answer to the delight of the Inne keeper.

"That's the way Lone Traveller," he beamed, "There's no better night to laze by the fire than a dark and stormy one my good man! Make Merry and may our newly soaked Ale throw you into a sea of mirth!"...

The night is young and the Moonshine doth come tonight. Put down your sword and sip on your tankard whilst your favourite Tender whispers quaint stories for your simple amusement!

With that he stretched out his hands and invites you into the Inn.

These rooms are 
only open for a 
limited time, 
don't miss them out!

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