This place was not much different. The sea air provided a certain difference in smells than the Mer, but the cry of seagulls and the creak of rigging was largely the same, as were the stares of passersby, and the rough and tumble sailors rowdy ways. He meandered along until he found the Burpin' Dragon.
The Burpin Dragon is a two floor friendly Inn for those travelers down on their luck. Run by an odd couple, this Inn caters to the poor and kind of heart. Here a man or woman can get experienced advice, new jokes and a place to stay for a very low price. Bardic and roguish people tend to frequent this Inn the most. Bards share their talents and compete in a friendly atmosphere, while rogues can feel safe and secure for a night.
The well decorated foyer contains a grumbling old dwarf behind a desk, a place to hang your coat, a few comfy seats to rest in while waiting to check in, and a few baked goods to sample while your relaxing. A stairway leads up to the second floor and a doorway leads into the Bar, where sounds of merry fun can be heard.
Motley made it sure it was alright to proceed upstairs first by checking in with the dwarf behind the desk. Once he was by Bill, whom he learned was the dwarf's name, he made his way into the taproom of the dragon. The place smelled wonderful. After losing his earlier meal to portal sickness, he had found his land legs again, and his stomach rumbled with hunger. He ordered a meal and flagon of ale and watched the people of this new place in wonder as he waited for his food to arrive.