Star of Penumbra
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A new business has opened up in town. It's a medium-sized combination bar/hotel that goes by the name of "The World Serpent Inn." There's a sign hanging above the door with the name and a picture of a snake biting it's own tail, crossing over itself to form a sidways figure eight.
Inside is a comfortable atmosphere. There seems to always be at least a few people in the main room, with others coming and going from the upstairs and back rooms, as well as in and out the front door.
The bartender is a large, fat, balding man with a thick bushy beard that jumps as he speaks. He has a few small visible scars, no doubt from the barfights that some of his patrons have started. He answers to the name 'Mitch.' He always seems to be in a state of either knowing amusement or boredom bordering on apathy, though he's always willing to converse with the patrons. He always greets newcomers with the phrase "Food's on the house. Stay as long as you like. Management's not responsible for loss of property of life in the back rooms."
The back rooms area veritable maze, with no apparent rhyme or reason to the order or placement. Doors lead to bedrooms, studies, poolhalls, storage rooms, staircases, or corridors. Rumor has it that people have gotten lost and starved to death back here, but Mitch never confirms or denies these rumors, often suddenly remembering something in the back he needs to take care of.
Come in, have a seat, kick your shoes off if you like. Things are usually prety relaxed here.
Inside is a comfortable atmosphere. There seems to always be at least a few people in the main room, with others coming and going from the upstairs and back rooms, as well as in and out the front door.
The bartender is a large, fat, balding man with a thick bushy beard that jumps as he speaks. He has a few small visible scars, no doubt from the barfights that some of his patrons have started. He answers to the name 'Mitch.' He always seems to be in a state of either knowing amusement or boredom bordering on apathy, though he's always willing to converse with the patrons. He always greets newcomers with the phrase "Food's on the house. Stay as long as you like. Management's not responsible for loss of property of life in the back rooms."
The back rooms area veritable maze, with no apparent rhyme or reason to the order or placement. Doors lead to bedrooms, studies, poolhalls, storage rooms, staircases, or corridors. Rumor has it that people have gotten lost and starved to death back here, but Mitch never confirms or denies these rumors, often suddenly remembering something in the back he needs to take care of.
Come in, have a seat, kick your shoes off if you like. Things are usually prety relaxed here.
