The mystery of Benfal (Moore, Tryll)

[Nephrite]

"Hello!" Moore greets. He has no reason to ask any questions, since it's pretty obvious that this is the path to the next layer and his destination.

[Anastasia]

"Hi!" The lantern archon bobs in the air, "Welcome!"

[Nephrite]

"Thank you! This is my first time coming in through this way, do I need to, ah... do anything?" Moore asks.

[Anastasia]

"Uh uh! You can go, but be careful! I hear there's rockslides lately." The archon moves aside.

[Nephrite]

"I'll keep an eye out for them. Thank you!" Moore gives a wave before he passes through the arch and continues on -- albeit at a slower pace now as he watches above himself a little more keenly.

[Anastasia]

Spot.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 46

[Anastasia]

You can see the path ahead looks clear. No sign of rock falls.

[Nephrite]

Moore soldiers on! Maybe he'll find that wyrm's cave again so he can personally thank him for helping him out what feels like forever ago.

[Anastasia]

You go on a short ways until you see a bit of a recess, a building built into the side of the mountain. A simple sign hangs by it that reads, 'Inn'. It's a nice building, glass windows and clean, smooth stone. Looks brand new.

[Nephrite]

How much business could a store up here even get?

Moore shrugs and decides to fly in -- he's not in any real hurry.

[Anastasia]

You go in. Within is a simple enough tap room. A bar, tables, a fireplace. A setup you've seen many times. A few mortals are about, eating, drinking, talking or whatever else. As you step in, "Welcome, traveler. This inn is free to use. Take a room if you wish to rest, and food and drink will be provided if you sit at a table." The voice is masculine and warm, fatherly.

[Nephrite]

Moore opens his mouth to say something and then shuts it. What in the world?

"Ah, are you the... proprietor?" Moore asks around himself. "Is this a resting place for people on their journey up?"

[Anastasia]

"Yes," The voice says, "It is a place for any who need rest."

[Nephrite]

Moore shrugs to himself and flies over to a table! Maybe he can bring back a recipe or two.