you start your adventure in a warm tavern bed. sunlight streams in through the curtained windows, and a warm fire crackles at the foot of your bed. this was the inn where you chose to stop after a long day of travelling. the innkeepers had welcomed you with open arms, offered you all the food and drink your weary heart desired, and prepared your room whilst you warmed up by the fire. most of the evening had involved telling the people at the inn stories of your travels, every set of eyes in the room fixed on you, following your every word. you were a surprisingly respectful traveller, and everyone in the land regards you as one of the finest female travellers in the land. it wasn't easy, but you were able to make a name for yourself.

you get to your feet, and look around the room. the wooden walls glowed and danced with the gentle flames. you slipped out of your bedclothes, and walked over to the en-suite bathing room, clicking the door open, you look around the room. a single steel bathtub sits in a corner of the room, and a washbucket can be seen under the nozzle of a water pipe. in the other corner of the room, there is a lavatory to relieve yourself in. your muscles are weary, and the idea of a warm bath is very inviting. but you also need to get ready to continue your journey.