A council member's home(w)
Papers litter the large table in this home, filled with all the trivia and useless information needed to run a city as large as Esgaroth. Some papers have fallen to the floor, obscuring the rough wood under your feet. Others lie scattered in a trail towards the plain wooden bed at the back of the room, where yet another pile of papers lies heaped upon the quilt cover. You find yourself doubting that the owner of this home gets any sleep.
The south door is open.
The only obvious exit is west.
A lady of the night eyes you brazenly