[Today, one medium-small tent has a particularly intriguing smell coming forth from it. It's a floral scent, yet there's nothing cloying about it. It's subtle, and pleasant. There's the soft chattering of voices within, and a soft stringed instrument playing. It's the very definition of alluring, which gets reflected on the decor within: it's wall to wall pillows, very intentionally sized and designed and laid out in a specific way to be utterly comfortable for any position you could think of. And there certainly are people doing just that.]

[Nude.]

[Or, mostly nude—if Kaph can bring himself to look, each person in a pair is wearing an amulet, and a few of those pairs are still wearing loincloths (though nothing else, so there are bared breasts abound). But they're all enjoying long drags off hookahs, which are the source of that delightful smell. Everyone present has a very dreamy look.]

[There is, amazingly, nothing sexual about this scene. And the vaguely demihuman young man who greets Kaph at the tent opening is wearing a loincloth, along with an amulet. He gracefully raises his arms in a sweeping motion from the elbow.]

Welcome, weary one, to our oasis in this battered and violent world; Sihenta, Goddess of Rest, bids you to join us in her Autumnal Refuge. I am Brom, and I will be your guide.