It is a cold winter evening in Narovan and the sun is beginning to set.
"Mind ye get yerself from outta the cold," the innkeeper says as you step inside.
"You're likely te catch yer death out there."
Settling into the cozy inn you see a small bar room off to the side with a warm fire lit. You are joined by a few others, possibly on errands like yourself. They do not appear to be common folk however. They are all either travelers or persons of some importance.
"Ye'll be stayin' the night then?" the elderly innkeeper asks, motioning towards the setting sun. His meaning is clear. Only a fool would enter the streets again at this hour.
"That'll be five silvers. All's I got is spots in the common room. No singles left. But it'll do ye right. Blanket'n pillow's included fer the night, free 'a charge."
Handing him the money you take a blanket and pillow and head to the bar room to see what to make of your companions for this evening.
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