The Eastern Road leads to the city of Arlysia. Judging by the state

of the road, it used to see heavy traffic. Normally you would see

other travelers on horseback or foot, but something has made this road

a cold and uninviting one. The wind blows through, carrying with it an

eerie wail. Dark clouds gather overhead with the promise of snow. A

large building stands scarred and abandoned to your west, a tattered

sign proclaiming it once an inn.