Head on out.

Stepping outside of the heavy oak door you are instantly shown the truth of her statement. Walking toward you is a 6' stunningly beautiful woman with white angel wings. She wears very revealing chain armor, actually rather like yours, but with spikes jutting from every joint, and she walks like she owns the place in her 7” stiletto heel knee high plated boots. She has a long barbed whip and a long sword hanging on her belt. She flashes you a hungry smile, but to your surprise she simply walks passed you, pulls up a key, and enters one of the rooms down the hall. Just another guest at the inn, apparently. After she passes you can’t help but realize that she stood more than a foot taller than you. Sure she had huge heels, but if your initial guess at 6’ that would put you between 5’4”, and at most 5’7”, sure just a guess but you clearly aren’t exactly what you would call tall. Heading the way the woman came from, you go around the corner and down the stairs. The stairs end at a door and a desk with a nearly naked woman with reddish skin, almost scaly, and hairless, but still very attractive and curvy. She smiles up at you from her seat and says, “I hope you enjoyed your stay, your bill was paid in advance so you are all set. Can I get you anything?”

“Nothing thanks.” You say as if it was the most normal thing to be talking to some kind of monster or demon and walk out the heavy front door.

The dry heat of the air outside assails your lungs as you step outside, but your ring keeps you comfortable. There isn't a sun visible but the air glows a reddish hue, the walls of all of the buildings seems to be stark black and gray iron. The road below similarly is iron but only a foot or so on the sides of the road are solid, the rest of the road appears to be a grating of interconnected crossed iron bars, from below you can hear the soft wailing and suffering of some poor tortured souls baking in hell. “Oh fuck I'm really in hell.” Is all you can say. Instantly leaving seems to be the only thing you should be doing right now. Your eyes dart right and left and you spot several signs on the sides of buildings that would indicate they are some sort of business, the one you came out of being “The inn of the coven.” 'Lovely.' You think. Sure enough two buildings to your left you see another sign, “Sean's armorments.” And a drawing you are pretty sure is a lever action rifle. “That must be the place.”

Heading there you are hesitant to step on the grating, preferring to stick to the edges where the ground is solid, but several times some huge humanoid is walking toward you that doesn't seem to have any interest in moving out of your way. The total distance is less than a hundred yards but you encounter at least two dozen humanoid creatures of all sorts, wings, horns, scales, odd colors, tails, and even tentacles from the face of a blue skinned creature tell you clearly that humanity is clearly in the minority in this place, but you do see what you can only guess are fellow humans. Sadly 90% of these are clearly slaves, so there's that also. Yet as you are simply strolling along with no clear weaponry, several creatures actually give you the right of way and move aside for you. By the time you open the door to the store most of the fear you had has melted away. You can't say if it is something that this new body of yours is granting you, or just everything together that has steeled your nerves, but as you pull your way into the store you have a little grin on your face.

The shopkeeper is standing behind a glass case full of what looks like 2 revolvers, a muzzle loaded pistol, and one large one small pair of semi-auto pistols. The man behind the case seems to be human with short neat black hair and a short neat beard. He is dressed in a simple white shirt, pants, and a black work apron over it all. “What can I help you with miss?” He asks with a welcoming grin.