The smell of the tavern meets you, and you hear a man playing the sad, old song called "The Last Unicorn". You sit down, tired after the long trip you`ve been on. The wooden walls are old and well shrubbed. The floor`s covered with sawdust. The walls are covered by many paintings of dragons, heroes and adventurers. The tables are clean, and people you`ve never seen before, greets you with a smile. You feel strangely like you`re home, and you think: "This is a place where I might stay a while..."