The Smoke-Filled Downstairs                            -      N      - 
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The entire bottom floor of the Wandering Sidhe smells of rank, years-old
smoke, and caked nicotine on the ceiling.  It gives the place atmosphere,
ironically enough.  Far from the sterile, generic inn rooms spewed across
New Rigel, Tellerium and Xaventry, this place is human, smells human, tastes
human, and sounds human- even if its inhabitants are from a wide variety of
geographic origins, racial forebears, and universes, types I-IV.  It's
pretty cool.