Although once a grand place that welcomed many traveling adventurers, the ruler of this formerly proud royal residence has slowly fallen ill and the counsel of his advisors has left much of his home to fall to ruin (reducing its size and quality after years of neglect as the grounds become more dilapidated).

This massive tower juts out from the mountainside it is built into, its shadow falling on the winding streets of homes its mighty walls defend.

Although this is a hole in the ground it’s not nasty, dirty, wet, filled with the ends of worms, sand, or even bare—it’s quite comfortable, well-furnished, and has plenty to eat within.

This imposing spire of sturdy bricks is home to apprentices and assistants that catalog, prepare, preserve, and store magical reagents for its mysterious owner (who is rarely home but always arrives precisely when they mean to return).

Small shops can be found in many towns and villages. Usually they are maintained by a single person, and might sell anything from adventuring gear to fine cheeses. This store generates 180 gold per year in profits.

Only those within the care of the fey can disappear within this residence—anyone else is veiled from seeing it is there at all, unaware when they traipse right through it.

Travelers are eager to pay for entry onto these islands when they float down from the clouds onto the surface, earning 15,000 gold each year from people coming to see the many exotic animals that call them home.

Known only to other elves and a select few adventurers that have earned their trust, this opulent estate is seamlessly integrated into the cliffs and forest around it.

A single room above a store or other business can make for an excellent place to lay low in the middle of a bustling city.

Disinterested in caves fouled by goblins, the dwarven queen will happily cede ownership of the formerly infested tunnels to an adventurer able to clear them out.