Inside the inn is a mixture of rural poverty and what some of the party members can recognize as ancient technology. Two people in rough leather clothing sit on a wooden bench across a dirty table. The elderly bartender watches his teenaged son tinker with a piece of electronic equipment with a long antenna.<br/>A colorful altar of a 'juke-box' stands in one corner, hooked up to the crude electrical cables running trough the wooden roof. "Travellers? I'm Johna Johnson, welcome to safe place inn. Please take your bike and um... horse to the stable. I'll have to stress that i'm not able to re-charge anything, you'd have to speak to the mayor about it. We have all kinds of food, the hunting was good this week..."