Walking along the streets of Mac Anu, the player comes across a little-known and rarely-used facility. This is a small, hole-in-the-wall style building, nothing more than a small sign denoting it's presence among the regulars such as the Elf's Haven and the Shops. Nothing interesting has ever happened here, rarely is there even a patron to this run-down building.
This is the Lii-Pa Inn.
Today is unusual, however. A rather large number of NPCs move in and out of the doorway. Some have the look of construction workers, while others are obviously just there to move boxes. A few characters have a much seedier look about them, however. Dark cloaks, hidden faces, and shifty eyes betray an unusual amount of crowd-watching.
Corin, the Innkeeper, emerged from his shop's beaten door, and quickly spots you watching. He strides over and looks down at you.
"Need any help? I'm sorry, but we're closed for renovations at the moment."
Something in his tone suggests you shouldn't hang around.
A few days later, once again you happen to be passing through the town. Not much is going on, and on a whim you decide to take a stroll along the alley, right out in front of the renovated inn.
The building looks thriving, people wandering in and out. The construction is over, and the shady characters are gone. Corin spots you from behind his counter, and waves you in. He doesn't recognize you from before, or at least doesn't show it.
The Inn looks like a fairly common establishment. Not much to do, really, but socialize in the common room, or get a night's digital rest in the rooms. Maybe some roleplaying could go on here, but in The World today, roleplaying tends to have it's limits. Not too many people nowadays throw themselves as deeply into their characters as they used to.
You sit and chat with Corin for a while. He has nothing much to say, but his eyes keep darting around, watching people. Now and again his gaze drifts to the heavy door behind him. On one of the many shifts of his bulky body, a small silver card on a chain reveals itself from the depths of his shirt.
You catch a glance of a strange crest engraved on it with the inkeeper's name written below it, before he catches your glance and tucks it carefully back into his shirt. He says nothing about it, and his demeanor says you probably shouldn't either.
But still, that strange silver card is quite interesting... as is the similar silver crest on the heavy door behind him, with a small slot in the side; just large enough, it looks, to fit that card.
You resolve to return one day, and find out more.
Now Open for Business!
-Corin the Innkeeper