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This is the cellar of the Weary Traveler's Inn. It is a cool and dry place with brick walls and heavy wooden pillars to support the floors above. By the looks of it the cellar is probably devided in half by a brick wall and the door on the far side of the room would lead to the other half. In this room there are many wine racks and a few ale casks resting on thier sides ready to despense their goods. On one wall there is a shelf stacked with a few bags of rice and flour and a few large clay containers with lids clamped shut by little metal latches.

Head Up Stairs to the Kitchen
Head throught the Door to the other part of the Cellar

the place seemed kind've erie but i entered the rest of the cellar anyway

second visit

i head back to the kitchen after checking out the rest of the cellar

In contrast to the cozy and warm lobby, or the kitchen with its wonderful aroma of fresh foods, this room is damp and musty.

I meddle through the wine racks and by chance discover a vintage Merlot, my favorite wine! Would anyone notice if I decided to take it? Better not risk it - I don't know how these people might react.

Better keep moving ahead...have to see what's in the next room...

hm i went into the celler. not much clues on this side. i really should have taken thous detective course i was offered in wizardry collage. with i a hope of better luck i move to the other side.

"Hmm... what's down here?"

Her voice seemed to echo in the small room for but a second before being absorbed into the dank walls. The staircase hadn't led to Hell after all; Fairlee wasn't exactly disappointed, but she didn't leap with joy to find herself in a cellar either. Still, it was something new, and the girl stepped down from the steps and moved into the room, squinting through the gloom. There was nothing overly appealing about the things she saw there, save that most of the items in storage could be used to make food. The observation made her stomach rumble, and the woman mushroom clouded as she pressed a palm to her stomach.

"Ten minutes is a long time... huh?"

The door had caught her attention; she could never say why. Maybe because it seemed odd to put doors in a cellar. Maybe because the lack of bacon was making her crazier then she already was. Or maybe she was just bored. Whatever it was Fairlee wandered to stand before it, ducking to squint at the handle carefully. There was no dust on its smooth surface; someone had been here before her. Again, very strange... why put in a door if you would need to use it often, and behind the safety of another door?

"What do you think, Lucifer? Should I check it out?" she murmured.

The sword said nothing.

"Yeah. I should have guessed you would say something like that." she said in an abashed tone as she stepped back to pull the door open. With a slight shrug of her slim shoulders she stepped through.

i went into the celler. not much clues on this side.