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... ...
windows were lit with the comforting glow of burning ember. There
was a large wooden slate hanging above the door that said:
Gate Keeper's Inne
in dedicatione on the Birthspot of Lord Throu, High Mage
the weary, the sick, the lonely and hurt
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