Sanctuary

Those that came enmasse were all known as the "unwelcome peoples." Didn't matter the race. They were given warm beds, or rather, sleeping rolls so thick and soft that one did not feel the hard floor, and special blankets enchanted with a magic that chased away bad dreams, and gave gentle ones. And if any came to harm those gathered here, they soon learned where those nightmares went. -- Anon Guest

The sign could be read even by those who did not know how to read. There was a charm on it to be understood by all who came. It said, Those who seek rest, be welcome. Do no harm within, and thereby rest well.

Those who found it truly needed it. Though they were Unwelcome everywhere else, they were Welcome here. They could sleep with sweet dreams. They could eat a whole meal without accusations of crime. There was always a bedroll and shelter from the weather. Food cooked within resulted in more servings than the chef in question might expect. Nobody there went hungry.

Occasionally, very rarely, those who hunted the Unwelcome found the place, too.

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