<strong><span class="bbc_u">Binala</span></strong><br/>As you wander the camp you don't find any building that looks like a home, seems every structure here is for business purposes. The Inn is a long structure lined with beds and a warm fire in the middle. There is no privacy here. A man sitting beside the front door looks up at you from his book. "Ain't no food here, nor is there a charge. Ain't no watch either, you leave your things here someone may run off with em." You can see the man's own pack set right beside him. "If ya got nothin to eat, the Dragon's Head got food." There are a handful of other people currently sitting around conversing inside.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>General Setting</strong></span><br/>The sun has now set, several torches are lit around the camp to light up the paths. The merchant shops are closed.