Limbo, There's a Way Home Options

[Sparrowsmith]

Central Saloon
How to get there: Whenever walking the desert at midday, walk North, it'll appear over the horizon
Time: Always just after 12.

The sun was bearing down harsh, as always, at the Central Saloon. The wooden shack was never short of two things: Alcohol and newcomers. Behind the bar, a short balding man with grey hair rushed about to get drinks served. Some people paid with different forms of money, but most dropped off trinkets or tried to trade. One man by the end of the bar raised his hand. Barely a moment passed before the barkeeper strode over and topped up the man's glass. No money was passed.
"Thank you, Twist" the man said, barely loud enough to be heard. He gave the slightest of nods as he spoke, his long tophat shading his face in an almost unnatural way. Raising the glass, he turned around to the rest of the bar and scoured the talent. As he turned, a few drinkers stopped drinking to turn. A few were familiar with who he was, and the rest just knew when to show respect. The others stopped out of confusion. He stood up, his boots clapping on the floor as he did. A gust of wind blew in through the doors and caused his cloak to wave gently as he spoke, Limbo had a habit for drama like that.
"How many of you bastards are here to see Elders Graym?" he asked menacingly.