Rockrat Tavern
Nestled on the edge of the asteroid near the docks stands a weathered wooden building, its once-sturdy frame now worn and dilapidated. The interior is a stark contrast to the vast emptiness of space outside—it's dimly lit, the air thick with a peculiar, unsettling smell that seems to emanate from the very floorboards. A long, dark wooden bar stretches along the back wall, where Maya, the enigmatic owner, serves her eclectic mix of patrons.
Scattered haphazardly throughout the common room are various wooden tables, each accompanied by an assortment of mismatched stools and chairs, as if hastily gathered from the remnants of forgotten ships. The atmosphere is one of quiet desperation, a haven for those seeking solace or escape in the farthest reaches of the Wildspace.
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