Whitefeather's Lair

" Mists crowd your view as pockets of hot water pepper the lower plateau beneath you. Beastkin and various dragonkin gather with the wafting smells of incense and hot foods another rise over. The delicate and ever present but faint smell of the surrounding gardens and their fruits hide just beneath them, though very rarely the smell of the forge would interlude. The evening light gave away to a half moon, but that did not dull the ever busy bathhouses guests, you let out a sigh...."