Last Chance Inn

Down a rolling hill between the branches of the fork you see a handful of wooden buildings, the largest among them is a small two-story inn. Perhaps it is the glare from the setting sun or the shadow of the hill you are on, but last chance may refer to the inns chances of standing upright through the night. The gray wooden door smells vaguely of dry rot as you open it to look in on an unremarkable common room. There are five medium sized round tables surrounded by chairs, a large fireplace with meat cooking on a spit, a low bar with a bench, a short staircase leading up, a door into a back room, and even a few patrons. "Hail travelers," the gnome behind the bar calls as you enter.  

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A room upstairs which is small (ten by ten) with four or five straw pallets with wool blankets thrown over them. Gaps in the floorboards allow the sounds, smells and some light in from the common room below. There are no human sized beds in the inn, most big guests sleep on the tables or bar in the common room. On cold, crowded nights, desperate travelers have even been known to sleep on the floor. The other buildings are a small barn, a stable for guests mounts, and an outhouse.