Run by the mysterious, Frank, there is a hotel which seeming pops up where it is least expected or wanted. Be it battlefields, old mines, or prison cells.
Do you want a beer? No problem, that will be a copper coin.
How about a bag of potatoes? What, you don’t have money? Don’t worry, I just take a year off your life span.
You want a dozen virgins no questions asked? Yes, I do take credit.
Just remember to tip the bartender.