Rooms

  A mixture of stale ale, sulfur and death assault your senses as it hangs

in the air.  A strange darkness and reddish glow seems to come from the

rooms to the east and north.  The bar itself has a few stools placed in

front of it, the top of it of burnished old mahogany.  Unlike most other

bars, you notice one thing in particular about this one.  There are no

mirrors or windows of any kind.  A few patrons wander back and forth, their

eyes constantly watching you.