Rooms

  The cobblestones of this street seem to be made not just of stone, but

bits of bone as well.  Bits of a skeletal hand or parts of a body seem to be

embedded into the stones themselves.  A variety of stores and places of ill

repute line the streets.  The sweet smells of baking bread and pastries,

seems to combine with the musty smell of sulfur as it drifts through the

air.  To the north lies Fall From Grace Tavern.  



The tantalizing scent of rich food and tones of soft music waft into the

street from the stone building to the south.