Dunstable’s Sleeping Cat

This row of rental warehouses is named for its most attractive fixture: the fat, furry, constantly snoring monstrosity that is the owner's pet cat. Indyn Dunstable is a spice merchant who grew tired of the ruthless, frenetic cut and thrust of Sembian trade and retired here to eke out a more meager but much easier living by offering clean, secure, noquestions-asked rental storage to all interested patrons. The rules are: no unsecured magic, no kidnap victims or other living captives, no molds or other fungal growths, and no live or undead monsters can be stored. Everything else is fine. The staff will tend plants that need watering and take care of similar minimal maintenance tasks.

The warehouses are constructed of fused stone (that is, stout stone blocks melted together by magical means) and seem able to withstand almost everything. Each wall is pierced by a door and a ventilation grating, both of massive metal construction and covered by rolling shutters of even heavier metal. There may well be other defenses we are not aware of, but one can readily see the rooftop ballista emplacements, the triple-key locking system (so that intruders must overcome three specific guards to gain entry), and the 20-blade strong standing guard contingent. Above each door is also a weighted drop net that those on the roof use without hesitation to entangle intruders even if their fellow guards are embroiled in some sort of fray. At least half of the guards are expert slingers who strike first at anyone who looks to be employing any sort of magic. If you get past these, you must still face Dunstable, who has comfortable apartments in one of the three warehouses, and his cat. Dunstable employs an unknown personal array of magical items, and the cat is actually some sort of shapechanging monster that has reached an understanding with the retired merchant. It can turn into something far more fearsome than an portly cat if facing intruders.

These defenses make Dunstable's the safe place to store your valuables if you can afford the 25 gp per day per cubicle fees. A cubicle is 6 feet wide × 10 feet high × 10 feet deep, and the rental fee includes keys to its padlocked, openworkgrating front door. The walls, floor, and ceiling are solid stone. Many adventuring bands virtually make Dunstable's their home while on forays in the area but be aware that he does not allow patrons to cook, eat, bathe, or sleep in his warehouses, and that he removes all goods in rental space no longer paid for into  safe storage cellars underground nearby. These cellars have their own monstrous guardians (rumors of links to drow are simply talk, I assure you). Goods are recovered from these storage cellars only upon payment of the lapsed daily storage fees plus a penalty though I have also heard that Dunstable can be flexible in negotiations with the needy.

Dunstable’s Sleeping Cat

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