You're tired and hungry. Go East, to the Sybaris' Simmer.

Worn from the long walk, you decide now that you have come this far, it might be a good idea to rest your body and to sate your hunger thirst. You figure, you can ask someone about this world, soon enough. First though, you want to inspect an establishment which looks somewhat like an Inn, situated just East of the Bonfire.
You think you can make out what looks like a seductive blue and silver She-dragon, situated next to a garbling of strange, sharp scratchings. You aren't sure why or how, but somehow you manage to make out two words. "Syb'rizh," and "S'mar."
"Syb'rizh S'mar."
Somehow, your mind manages to translate that. You don't know how. Just that, It is like there are at first, two voices fighting in your mind. One, which speaks this foreign tongue, and the other which speaks your own.
"Syb- Sybaris..." You sound out the words, as slowly both voices merge into one, and as a resounding echo, dissipates, you state awestruck, "Sybaris' Simmer!" as a sign of how amazed you are, that you can actually read and speak these dragon-folk's native tongue.
So. That is the name of the establishment.
Sort of a different name. However, considering what you have just gone through, you are not too picky about that. You just want a room and some food. And you are not expectant of much more, in a barren place like this. So it of course surprises you, that as you enter the establishment, you see signs that it is not just a makeshift inn. It is an inn, a saloon, and is also an establishment that offers everything from some alternate reality version of a still familiar game of roulette to that of a number of different card games. Most, which were in progress, as you proceed further into the tavern, and past a table where someone yells "Draago!" signaling a surmountable amount of cheers, from everyone else at the the table. You yourself, then giving this person a silent 'congratulations,' also, before pushing on deeper into the lobby. The gambling tables now disappearing, and in their place, you see a quiet scene of a reception desk. Empty, but with a cubby for storing room keys and mail, positioned right behind it.
There is a bell you could ring if you wanted to get the desk clerk's attention.
You also could go back to the casino and come back later. Or you could just check yourself in. There is after all, also a sign in book laid out right on the desk in front of you.