The Knight Barracks

In harsh lands, plagued by terrors, where warriors have forsaken their honor to cling to their lives, those kindred spirits and brothers-at-arms are drawn together by flame. Sit at the fire, let proud head and shoulders fall, and warm thyself. This night, the faces in the flames are thy comrades; tomorrow they may be thy death. If for but a passing moment, set aside thy blade. Thou art welcome here.