Outside an abandoned granary on a salted field sits the beautiful carriage that brought you, positively out of place. The horses are unhitched and drinking. Inside is a perfectly decorated arrangement of divans, glass trays of rich food and drink on golden tables, a long bar, expensive rugs and tapestries, and orbs of communication. The back wall is leaded glass, but instead of the barren field it shows a gleaming city. Small chests and bags, split open by the weight of gold coins, litter the room. In the air, you catch a whiff of a rotten corpse.
