HalfPocket's Lair

You nearly choke on how thick the air is with steam and scent; a sweet taste hangs heavily in the dim chambers. Incense sticks are stuffed into every possible crevice, and several pots of tea whistle above the hearths, pluming steam into the room like geysers. Among the fog, many dragons cloaked in the dim work to brew the tea for the customers outside.