Enter the Caravanserai.

As you walk upthe steps of this fine establishment you meet your old trading associate, Tarken, nicknamed big blue for his Blue Turban. "John my friend, I hear you are leaving us! You must come to my house!"

"I-"

"I will brook no argument! You are coming!" he claps his hands and a palinquin carried by eight scantily clad pony girls suddenly emerges from the stables. You smile at Tarken's eccentricities.