Stepping inside the old, crumbling structure, you realize that it was probably a huge inn at one time. The ceilings are high and vaulted, the rooms spacious and, long ago, probably well appointed. But now, dust and cobwebs cover everything — it looks like no one's been here in a long, long time. At first, all you can smell is the thick concentration of dust in the air. But a stinging, greasy smell quickly works its way into your nostrils, a smell worse than anything the foul air of Sigil alone could ever produce.