Southeast of Jolethai, along a narrow road north, there used to be an inn. It was never very popular, but it made enough money to survive. It was built into what had been an attempt at a mine that was abandoned after just a couple of levels. But then, there was a fire. It is unclear as to how it started, but fumes rose from the lowest levels and quickly slipped through every nook and cranny. Whole families staying there died in panic in their rooms as fumes made them suffocate. The cries alarmed a pair of night-travellers nearby, but when they arrived, all sound stopped at once. They rushed in to help but say they were thwarted by people that were only shapes in the smoke. Even a few years later, smoke billows from the door and from a pair of open windows, giving the facade the impression of a large skull with fuming eyes and mouth.