A roadhouse with a colorful sign proclaims itself Drake's Lament. The nearest active fort is at least two days away in any direction. Realization of this seems to have spawned a small hamlet around the much older roadhouse; half a dozen houses are lazily spaced out around it. Across the road an open field holds a scattering of tents put up by those unable or unwilling to pay the roadhouse's nightly rates.
Inside, fieldstone walls are capped with thick timber beams providing support for a vaulted ceiling which stretches into shadow. Individual candle light illuminates the many tables and booths in the absence of larger hanging fixtures. While there is no formal bar dispensing drinks a steady stream of servers bring mugs and food from a back room. The clientele is varied and obviously made up of travelers on the road.