The single door of the outpost opens its seven by nine foot bulky, reinforced wood shape onto a large but dingy room.<br/><br/>The brick walls are covered with gesso that has peeled in places.  On the gesso has been painted a variety of salacious scenes:  A maid kneeling bare before a priapic satyr; a scene with a pirate boat, an eye on its bow, dripping chains and grape vines into a sea teeming with nymphs; two women hugging a phallus and kissing one another.<br/><br/>Slogans slither around the walls, seemingly placed at random: Happiness.  Luck.  Virility.  Prosperity.  Lust.<br/><br/>Black smears of smoke are inexplicably crushed into the gesso of the peeling walls as well.   A few snake above the three windows – one set into each wall – while yet others rise like the bloodstains of ghosts in arbitrary patches.<br/><br/>A coppery stain has been painted in lettering that has its message obscured at the end by its patch of smoke.  Best as can be discerned, it reads, “REI” with two letters – the first probably an ‘O’ or a ‘C’ – blotted out by the smoke.<br/><br/>Eight torch sconces, two on each wall, sit empty.<br/><br/>In the crude wood floor are two grates, only about a foot in length and six inches wide, opening to unguessed sewer and set with iron bars.<br/><br/>Two low, horseshoe-shaped wood tables occupy the room, and an open stone hearth is set into the south wall.  Cushions are scattered in dusty disarray on the floor.<br/><br/>In the east wall, a stout reinforced wood door, five feet wide by seven feet high, leads to the bunk room.<br/>