Snippet #2485948

"This place is wrong. So many things are wrong. They have gone so far as to wrong the land. It is so deep." Wolf said in a sort of groggy way, his mind being scattered by the sensory input. The journey to the Smoking Lamp was filled with the mass of fur and muscle not being able to go in a straight line, disoriented with every step that he took.

The Smoking Lamp Inn matched its name very well. The walls were covered in lamps that were burning a unique fuel that gave off more smoke than they were meant to, while the smell of food shot out from the kitchen. It was mainly meats with the faint smells of alcohol and fruit, and the occasion yell was not foriegn to the kitchen.

"A room is 10 gold a night." Said the innkeep as he saw R'Nieth nearing the counter. Soron stood outside the door, knowing that he didn't deal with the drunks very well. Nor did he take his alcohol peacefully, as it brought on rage for him and he didn't know why.