The Galloping Minotaur
Widely known among travelers, this inn has begun to slip in its service, relying on its name and convenient location for market vendors and for shoppers to keep its rooms full. And they are full; it's rare to find lodgings here, because the keeper has instituted the city's first system of advance bookings. Merchants valuing the guarantee of a place to stay in the city have gone for it to such an extent that the Minotaur has expanded to take in a former warehouse behind and a storefront beside the original inn. The cheaper rooms are located in the former warehouse, above the stables and below the servants.
Inside, this place is all bustle. Errandboys and news-lungs (youths who arrive every hour or so, and for a handful of coppers from the innkeeper bellow out the current news to all in the salon) are always coming and going, merchants full of their own importance are always striding in all directions ("at once," as one serving maid dryly put it), and the mutter of business dealings fills the entire ground floor. The ground floor is given over to a lobby, the salon, and four private, rentable meeting rooms. The salon is an open lounge used by most guests and those they have dealings with. Servants tend the private rooms by means of passages behind the paneled walls in answer to the tug of a bellpull. Be warned that they can easily eavesdrop on what goes on within. All in all, a noisy, overpriced placerather like paying high gold to sleep in an army camp.
Proprietor: Waendel Uthrund, a beady-eyed, sardonic man who is always alert, is the proprietor.
