The room spins around and you find yourself seated at a table in a noisy country Inn. The Innkeeper is nodding off and leaning back in his chair near the fireplace on the north side of the room.
A slim girl with a sly look refills your wine glass. The room is lit only by lamps suspended above tables that reflect an eerie reddish glow into the dozen desperately gleeful faces around the room.
The entrance to the inn is to the west and there is another door to the east. The Innkeeper is to the north.