The Last Light Inn

The Last Light Inn was a small, cozy inn on an island a few miles from the Heart of Haven. The island was home to a low hill dotted with small groves of trees. A little brook trickled from a spring on the hilltop, winding through the trees in a long, sinewy ribbon before splashing off the edge in a shower of mist.

The inn was a two-story building sheltered against the base of the small hill and tucked away between a few of the larger, gnarled trees. Ivy crept over the trunks and onto the hewn stone walls, giving it a sheltered, protected feeling. Smoke curled from the chimney atop the second story, disappearing into the starlit sky, and the warm firelight flickering in the windows of the first story beckoned me forward.