|After a long, meandering walk
through the impressive Hotel New Zork lobby, you finally arrive at the front desk.
Gleaming candelabra suffuse the desk area with a bright, warm glow. Behind the desk,
unclaimed letters and messages in a pigeon-hole rack wait patiently to be read. A sign
points to a Travel Agency nearby. On
the desk before you is a large quill pen, a bell and a musty but impressive leather-bound
book, possibly containing fascinating tales of intrigue. Who could have
left it here?
-- Travel Agency -- Back