Bria Tomay and Lethea and Lesander frequent this inn, a large hostelry at the edge of the Bazaar. (The Red Lion's at the corner of Saints Boulevard and Revel Road, a block from Duskgate Road - the main thoroughfare through the Market Ward. - Ed.} The building's quite a sight, more than 450 feet long, with jagged pillars rising 200 feet into Sigil's sky. Its flat roof serves as a landing field for airborne travelers, as well as aerial quarters for hippogriffs, griffons, and other flyers.
Fact is, the Lion caters mostly to hybrid beings - that is, wemics, centaurs, bariaur, satyrs, and the like. The inside of the inn's on a scale comfortable to such creatures outside the humanoid norm: no chairs, and tables that're either waist-level (for those who prefer to stand on all fours} or knee-level (for those who want to lie down in the soft rushes covering the floor}. Spacious stalls provide sleeping quarters for centaurs or bariaur, while wemics and other carnivores can rent cozy dens with exactly one small opening. Apart from Bria Tomay, humans and demihumans are a rare sight at the inn. Unless accompanied by a hybrid companion, humanoid visitors are given the once over and then almost certainly the brush off.
The inn's pillars once supported a multistory structure, but the current owner, Jadex, gutted the building. He left the pillars standing as guideposts to airborne guests. Jadex also left in place the main entrance's portcullis, but added more at all the other entrances to the building, ostensibly as "decor." However, all the portcullises are fully functional, and the Red Lion Inn can effectively close its gates and defend itself quite well in case of siege. Lethea and Lesander are especially pleased with the Red Lion as a fortress. They feel secure enough to relax; here, the twins actually sleep at the same time. (They have a private den reserved solely for them, one with an additional den hidden behind a secret door.) And Bria frequents the place so often now that Jadex bought her a chair. The trio has begun holding weekly meetings at antipeak (1vhat some primes call 'midnight' - Ed.} closing the inn off to all but lndeps.