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A small town, serving as a market and crossroad between Westgate and the South. Its population consists mostly of humans, with the occasional dwarfish smith and Elf living among the crowds. Despite not being as large as Westgate or similar cities, this little city is one of the richer places around. People live simple, yet fulfilling lives, which mostly works out. The city militia run by Honlinar Tempest watches over the safety of the people, making it a very unwelcome target for any bandits. Having a large customer base to serve many shops set up base here, ensuring a wealth of variety for any traveller. This comes, of course, with prices that are far higher than normal, leaving the buyer with a much lighter pouch.
Despite the cost one finds that Assam is a warm and welcome place, even more so if one has the coin to pay for the most luxury treatment. One of the poorer districts houses a large amount of people from all corners of the realms. The unchallenged center of this area is the large inn that sits at the meeting of five roads. A large building that has an uncanny resemblance to a hill rises from the ground. The roof is covered with grass growing on the mud. An abundance of round windows look out of the inn at either side, covering the entire square around it. A small fountain, garnered with statues of singing angels finishes the picture.
Upon entering the inn one sees an immense difference in appearance. Walls covered with silk and carpets, each costing at least a hundred gold coins. Beautiful elven, human, halfling, even orcish maidens manoeuvre the tables, serving ale and food to some wealthy looking guests. Almost nobody is wearing armour or any kind of weapon inside the inn, barring a few remarkable exceptions here and there. Guests take their time eating and talking, the guards are laughing as they drag away everyone that dares lay a hand on the servants without permission.
The Innkeeper is a large bearded man who stands behind a truly massive redwood bar. Periodically taking and placing bottles on the counter and throwing silver and gold pieces inside a very present open chest that stands behind him, not seeming worried that it might get stolen. Every few minutes a few "klangs" indicate someone's purse contains more air than usual.
One of the few guests present in full gear is a large suit or armour, or so it seems at first. Surrounded by a few girls who work in the inn he is eating, drinking and talking to another figure, also in dark full armour, who sometimes nods in response and strokes his beard. The girls giggle and touch the engraved armour on him, commenting on how much gold it must have cost. The table is littered with plates and bones from various creatures, a sure sign of an immense hunger.