This here's the only establishment in all Rathir that's not Alfar-run. The last owner passed away three years back. They let me have it, seeing as I'd lived and worked some twenty years upon this rock.
“A room? We've got rooms. Don't mind a flea or two - and the sheets might be fresher, but aye, we've got rooms.”
— when asked about a Room.
“Here's how Rathir is. At first glance, you see naught but marvels. Look again and you'll note the flaws and cracks. Take a third glance, and through those cracks - more marvels! Ha ha. More truth to that than you know.”
