Our little city was a major stopping point for caravans traveling along the Silk Road. Deep in the bowels of our bazaar is this ancient inn. It has survived hundreds of years, but no one really knows how old it is. Some say as much as 1,000 years old. Not the building necessarily, but the site. Current residents are chickens, goats and bunnies! It's almost as if some ancient traveler forgot his livestock and they live on here through the generations.
I suggested to my mother-in-law, that the next time they come we should get them a room here. She didn't make much of a response...what did I say?
This suite is complete with rock bed and marble entryway...seems nice.
I bet you could even have fresh goat milk every day.
This local tradesmith would even make them a custom donkey saddle.
Who could ask for a more welcoming inn...a little trash...old men sitting around...dark and dingy entry way!
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