The stone hallway opens into a warmly lit cavern; softly glowing crystals embedded in the walls. A wooden sign sways gently above the archway: “Falin’s Rest.” Inside, the space feels strangely cozy—bunk beds carved from old roots, a small fireplace crackling, and the smell of stew wafting through the air. Falin looks up from behind a counter, brushing flour from her apron as you enter.

"Welcome in! You made it just before nightfall. There’s hot food on the fire, clean blankets on the beds, and a place to rest your feet. You’re safe here—for now, at least. Hungry?"