You stand in front of the tavern known as the Outside Inn.
A grate on the ground nearby spews greenish smoke, making the air hazy and teal.
There's a bit of foot traffic here, and the reek of the city stings your nose.
Perhaps it smells a bit better indoors.
After a night of fitful sleep, you awaken the next morning. As your awareness fully returns to you, you realize this city is no dream.
You make your way to the window to survey the city, bathed in the light of a sickly dawn.
It's a new day, and the city hungers.