The Pink Sleen is located in Victoria. As you near the waterfront the buildings seem to get seedier and seedier. As you enter the wharf itself you find that things seem to get even worse. It comes as a surprise to you when you see this huge three story building rising up out of the wharf. It makes you stop and look as is seems to be cut from a lightwood and positively glows in the light as only highly polished wood will do.
The Place is immense spanning almost 100 feet down the wharf. Not a likely place for what the sign seems to indicate. Out front there is a sign of a Pink Sleen in a bunny outfit, carrying Paga. The roadway and the dock across from this building are made from pink colored bricks.
As you turn to look at this oddity the first smell hits you. Roast Bosk meat, and hot Sa-Tarna bread. You can almost taste it, it smells so good.
Despite yourself you are drawn towards the door. There are three stairs up to the door and as you climb them you realize they are white granite. You look up from the stairs to find that the old fashioned swinging saloon doors require a second glance as well. They are wood inlaid with brass sleens.
As you push through them (slaves must crawl under) you enter a place filled with light, food, merriment and laughter.
As you enter the room the sight takes your breath away. The interior of the inn is done in white granite and exotic wood. The room is lit by small lanterns hung about the walls and on the tables. The light is dim but you can see the wood shine behind each lantern. As your gaze widens you find the sheer amount of space to be unbelievable. The main room is nearly 50 feet across and about the same wide. The middle of the room is dominated by a sand pit that spans nearly 20 feet. The pit is ringed by Black granite.
You feel the floor move under your feet and looking down you notice that there is faint outline of a five foot square under your feet. As you shift from foot to foot you realize it's a trapdoor. It seems the proprietor has ways of dealing with troublesome customers. Listening closely you can make out the sound of a river some ways away. It occurs to you there must be a slide to the river.
There are fifteen large temwood tables' scattered about and twenty small ones including one in each of the four corners, just perfect for two warriors to sit keep their backs to the wall. Each table has its own pink larl fur. Next to the door is a huge box of pink pillows that you may send a girl for.