The Placid Rest

It's something of a bed and breakfast, operated by what can best be described as an old crone, Mother Prentiss, who runs it with an iron fist.
Patrons are issued a key for their room, there will be no mixed lodging, not even for married couples.
Each room holds two single beds and there is a communal room where the best breakfast in town is served every morning one hour past dawn sharp, only to those patrons who are in her favour.
The rooms are punctiliously clean and the prices are fair.
This is where Yolanthe Mirthshine comes to stay when she's in town.
One elderly man seems to be often sitting on the front porch, or scarfing down breakfast inside. The two rarely exchange more than a few polite words.

Type

Inn