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.

Each town has a House of the King. This is the main one, and by far the largest, set in the heart of the capitol's temple district.

"Whosoever shall brew ale in the town with intention of selling it must hang out a sign, otherwise he shall forfeit his ale."

King Richard II, 1393

"Hey, Hultz. What are you doing in here?"

"It's gonna move. I don't like it when it moves," the stableboy replied, sitting by the hearth with his arms wrapped around himself.

"What's going to move?"

"The Inn. I don't like it when it moves."

Five minutes later, he gets up and goes back outside.

"What was he talking about?" the newcomer asked a burly fighter.

"Go outside and take a look."

He goes over to the door and flings it wide. "See, it's all still ... Wait! Where did the town go!"

"Welcome to the Brotherhood of the Wild Geese." The fighter comes over with a mug of ale. "Here, you'll probably be needing this. I know I did, when it happened to me."

No shadow may find a home within its walls.

Tucked back in the corner of Kiskedee square, off of Aasvogel, is the Hornless Goat. The tavern is as non-descript and plain as any business can be and still maintain itself in passable fashion. No one notices the patrons of that small overlooked place.

A villain's lair is more than just a safehouse or stronghold, it can be as much a part of their persona as any powers, henchmen or nefarious plans

A random generator to create variable merchants shops, stores, and stalls.

The most expensive tavern in town boasts the finest of fare, entertainment, and more importantly, decor.

"Look children! Is it the Fun Faire, Extreme Sensations, or Tabs' Insanity today?"

While every ship has antigravity engines in this day and age, leaving a full gee planet can take most smaller ships quite a while. The presence of numerous anti-gravity fields can cause interference and fluxation in power broadcast, some comm channels and of course, cause "traffic control issues" as they are flying out. There is a better, safer way to launch them.

Maxwell Cyler, Developer, to the Congessional Areospace Committee

A quintessential seedy dive, catering to the lowest of the low, but harbouring a few nasty secrets

The cultural nexus of Locastus and the final resting place of its founders

Skanda Biologicals is one of the world's premier producers of Awakened Biological Systems. Now, the party has been asked to penetrate their fortress, and destroy their research. But, can they find the force of will to do so?

The Future is for sale.

Conosca abbastanza per essere impaurito, molto impaurito

Motto of Cinque-Parte Polygnostic

Many cemetaries have a church sitting just outside their walls. One cemetary has a bar.

Mind the smell, it is a good place to get preserved meat.

Red Dogs? his shop isnt on the market, you'll have to wind over behind it, on one of the back streets. Wont be hard to find though, just look for the metal dogs and you've found him.

Also known as the school of the unseen and the Enclave of Enchantment. Little more is known to outsiders than that.