Cheap Inn

As you walk through King's Landing, you pass various accommodations. Passing by the more expensive ones closer to the Red Keep, you eventually find one, just outside of a labyrinth-like maze of slums, which appears to be the cheapest of all. As you look out past it to just the plain and simple desolation and poverty of Flea's Bottom, you decide that this will be sufficient to stay at for two nights.

You walk into a dark and damp lobby, walking up to the sole person working at the desk. He smiles at you with a yellowing and crooked grin.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, I'd like a room to stay for the next two night."

"Sure thing sir, that'll be one gold dragon for our finest room."

You take a dragon out of your bag and flick it over towards the man. He leaps for it before stuffing it down his pant pockets and handing you a key from the back wall.

"It's the third door on the right," he says, pointing down a hallway to your left.

You walk into your room, locking the door behind you. It's pretty plain, just a single bed in the middle of the room, but it's enough for you. You slip into the somehow damp sheets, before drifting off to sleep.