Bandu

Bandu, the owner of this simple inn, does not seem to be as happy to see you as you first believed. His eyes continue to dart across the common room to a skinny fellow sitting at a table as he washes the counter with a rag.

Bandu says, 'Care for some food or drink? There are rooms in the back.'

Sells:

A bottle of local specialty.
bottle of firebreather.
A bottle of beer.
A slab of beef.

Room Desc: A round olive skinned man stands here, smiling nervously.