Tooth and Hookah
It seems that eight years ago, an explorer named Farhaan Jaheya entered the necropolis in Wati, with the blessings of the Grand Mausoleum, in order to hunt a powerful necromancer. Though two of his companions died (and one subsequently animated and forced to fight her former friends), Farhaan triumphed with the aid of his compatriots. His reward was enough to allow him to pursue his dream of opening an inn.
Farhaan tells the stories of his adventures easily enough. He shows off the black scar on his left arm that leaves him with a weak grip and intermittent pain – “it aches when it is about to rain” he likes to joke , as rain is a rare occurrence in this land. Yet a shadow always lurks in his eyes. I suspect there are ore stories he has yet to tell.
The Tooth and Hookah, Farhaan’s inn, is a favorite of locals and visitors alike. The comfortable room holds a dozen tables, each with it’s own water pipe. Some of the water pipes are antiques, handed down in Farhaan’s family for generations. Merchant’s pay a small fee to display their wares on tables around the room and bards often play in the corner to earn a little coin. The kitchens offer a number of simple but delicious meals. Farhaan serves most common alcohols, mainly a sweetish beer brewed in town, but also keeps some specialty liquor on hand.
Single rooms can be had for 5 sp a night. The Tooth and Hookah also maintains a suite on the roof, of four rooms surrounding an open-air, central courtyard that contains a gazing pond and some low couches. The suite canbe had for 3 gp a nght. I’ve heard rumors that Farhaan maintains a private lounge for locals and distinguished guests only, but I saw no evidence of one during my stay. I ashed Farhaan about it once, and he only chuckled and said the desert has as many rumors as it has grains of sand.
I must also mention the inn’s namesake: an interior well provides the inn with fresh water and apparently one day, years ago, a miniature crocodile no longer than my arm bobbed to the surface of the well, presumably entering by the subterranean aquifer. He seemed content to stay there, And so Farhaan named him “Toothy” and made him a feature of the inn, where he is quite popular with patrons. A little too popular, some nights – Farhaan says he has to constantly be on guard for intoxicated patrons trying to pour their drinks into the well, so that “Toothy can have some, too.”