As you cross the threshold of this unusual inn, a disembodied bass voice rumbles from your left, asking if you would like your coats or cloaks taken. As soon as you divest your outer garments, they are plucked out of your hands by an unseen force and spirited off to a nearby cloakroom, the door of which appears to open of its own accord. Heading into the common area, you find hearth with a fire that glows bright blue. Trays of drinks and edibles float soundlessly throughout the room, maneuvering around the guests and avoiding collisions as they are delivered to waiting patrons. A jaunty tune fills the air, but there are no instruments nor performers to be seen.

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