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There are Inns out there that exist between worlds and dimensions. They show up just when you need a place to stay, your car having stalled out a mile away or the unexpected rainstorm suddenly starts dropping torrents of water. Or sometimes you’re wandering around the streets in a city and need a place to stay and you spot the door to this Inn which looks friendly and inviting. Going in, things are just a bit off. The patrons are perhaps not quite human; the man behind the desk smiles a bit oddly. However he tells you that you’re in luck. There’s just one room left and you can have it.

But, when you leave the next morning and turn around to see what it’s called, the inn is gone. When you ask people about it, they look at you funny as if they have no idea what you’re talking about. There was never an inn there, they tell you.

And yet you may still have the key in your pocket, the leftover from dinner, a note from a girl you spoke to, just some little token that says well, maybe you’re not completely crazy.

The Passages Inn is one of those Inns.

Built in the middle of an interdimensional nexus it can reach any time or place or space. You just need to find the door and you can come in. If you’re lucky you can find the door again.

Just remember, first Tuesdays are Viking Night and second Thursdays are Poetry Slam.

The proprietor of the Inn is Alec Troven

element_wizard All questions and concerns may be addressed to him.

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"No, of course not and yes, I am Alasdair," he said managing not to stumble over all the words. They were all just Heralds here. Gesturing to the chair across from him he waited for her to sit down before he retook his seat. "And I don't think court of any sort would survive very long here."

Looking at the motley group of people around them, it was probably quite true.

"Ah. Well... the beginning. This is an Inn. A magical one. It appears randomly in various places at various times."

A...magical inn. Sh'd been right, she was going to get a headache from this. If they hadn't just faced down Ancar's army she wouldn't have even believed it was possible. For being an abduction, he was certainly calm about it, so maybe it was something else? At least she could breathe a little easier knowing the beast of Hardorn was probably not involved.

She accepted the seat, though not without a sigh. The strange things Heralds dealt with....and she wasn't even doing field work.

"Should I ask how it manages to do that or will I not understand the explanation?"

Considering he could leave at any time, he's got all the reasons to be calm about the situation. However, her question...

"I don't know. Something about gates... or... something. A blond man rather enthusiastically explained it to me and lost me after he said, 'it's simple'," Alasdair said. "The others just say magic."

"Gates or something." She sighed once more. They'd lost so much that apparently everyone else got to keep and of course they needed it now more than ever.

"I apologize, I'm not frustrated with you. But I suppose 'magic' is about the most we can understand right now, isn't it?"

"It's fine. I've been reassured that if we leave we'll end up exactly where we left," he said. "Vaylen doesn't seem to think there's anything dangerous with this place. He's also being petted by children so, he may be a bit biased."

Companions and being petted and adored by children ... honestly.

"And yes, I suppose so. I've never really thought about it."

"That's comforting, at least." If it were true. He had no reason to lie to her, but the other patrons she wasn't quite so sure about. But then, it was her job to be paranoid, so at least it wasn't anything new. At least, Caryo hadn't started yelling at her so that was a good sign.

"Someone must know something. Apparently." She sighed. "At least we still have our Firestarters."

No, he's absolutely no reason to lie to her; he's a Herald, she's the queen. The other patrons seemed to be generally nice, if strange. Vaylen would have found Caryo and shown her to the stables and the rather nice loose boxes.

"I'm sure they do. Someone suggested the Innkeeper to answer the questions, but I've not seen him," he said. At the comment about firestarters he held up his hand and let flame dance upon his fingers. "So we do."

At least the situation wasn't as dire as she'd initially thought. How exactly she'd ended up here was another matter entirely. Although...Lady knew she could use a break. Maybe this was supposed to be Her way of telling Selenay to take one.

"That seems unnecessarily suspicious." Maybe there was some innocuous reason for it, but her mind was in other less trusting places. "Perhaps I'll have to see if I can track him down."

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