There are always enough people in the “Humpbacked Quaz”. They come here from both nearby and distant villages, trade caravans make a detour, raiders stop by, and even strongmen sometimes drop in. You sit at the table with the old-timers, and it’s as if you’ve walked their roads yourself: you’ve been in mortally dangerous situations, you’ve escaped from unprecedented mutants, helped newcomers, fought with the muirs and outsiders. Come in, sit down, listen. Surely you will hear many interesting stories.