7 libraries of the DungeonVerse

A small adventurer's guild chapter 

These locations are guild halls for adventurers-upon-return, but none are the friendly and warm inn with a jobs posting board, supply shop, and semi-retired heroes giving out advice or scheming to raid a dragon's lair

A fascinating place for your players to visit when they need to do research.

A Hell House is a creepy, spooky, or otherwise sketch domicile where large numbers of people can easily vanish 

Prison isnt the end all of dealing with criminals, dissidents, and the unwanted

Another term for a clone production and storage facility

Part factory, part grocery store, part fast food joint

A praesidium is the Cosmic Era equivalent of the communes and bastions of the Great Awakening in Pre-Petrol America.

A cul-de-sac in arcanotechnology, the Singularity Plant is a power station that is more dangerous than it is valuable.

Remember those cliché taverns the storyteller took you in a hurry? With the fat bartender who's just cleaning a mug as you enter? Yeah, none of those here...

You walk into the room and it is like stepping into the grand library. Wall to wall and floor to ceiling is taken up by leather bound loaded bookshelves. All of the tomes are in varying states of decay and none of which are new.

The term is archaic, calling upon the ancient language of the magi, and those versed in the eldritch arts. In the more vulgar argot, terms such as scrying room and equally mundane names are bandied about. The fact that such limited terms are used to describe the proper mystic's psychomanteum demonstrates how little they actually know about what occurs within.

Did you ever wonder where the moon comes from?

This dusty, delapidated building appears to have been abandoned for some time. Within it is a plethora of ancient tomes and ancient knowledge, however rumours of a deadly curse keep curious scholars at bay.

'The perfect pet at the perfect price -- guaranteed.' Creature Dex at the bottom of the sub, if you want to include 'relatively harmless' alien critters in your campaign.

'Bristlebane ale. Tall.'

Mathus looked up. He didn't recognize the man ordering, but he seemed the type: muscles beneath a layer of fat, a snarling expression with most of his teeth missing, fists like summer hams. 'You want it in a bottle?'

'From the tap.'

Mathus nodded. 'This way,' he said, stepping from behind the bar and into the back room, the 'customer' following.

A fresh-faced young man sitting at the bar looked around, confused. 'Bristlebane? Sounds adventurous.'

'You couldn't handle it, son,' an older man said from across the plank bar with a hint of derision. 'It'd right kick your ass.'

The head office of the Guild, which has now spread to have a branch office in almost all countries. The idiot elves won't let us map out there forests!

Come, join in our discussion. We're composing a list to categorize the different lunatics that spill their inane natter here. You fit in where did you say?

Inns and taverns give everyday citizens somewhere to go to relieve the stress of a hard day, to meet with friends, and to get stinking drunk.