Named so for its popularity with so-called “Dream Cartographers”, this inn at the heart of Thermosatch has lodgings for visitors and sizable serving areas, indoors and outdoors, popular with both tourists and the locals.
This place is as much a monument to the city’s love for exploration as it is an active workspace. Inside, you'll find countless cartographers and surveyors working together to create detailed maps of Dreamscapes explored in sleep. Many of these maps are commissioned by guilds and academies eager to uncover the mysteries of the unknown world.
While Cartographer's Rest is fundamentally an academic and exploratory hub, it also holds a unique place in Thermosatch's social structure. Many come here not just to work but to engage in debates or share findings from “expeditions”. The Rest has a small amphitheater within its lower floors where lectures and presentations are often held, drawing in crowds from both the city’s intellectual elite and curious citizens.
Additionally, it serves as a meeting place for the Compasses—a guild of cartographers, psychologists, and scholars who study the arcane mechanics of The Dreaming. While most of the city focuses on processing of its abundant logging resources, the Compasses see exploration and knowledge as the key to Thermosatch’s future prosperity.
Though Thermosatch is largely a regional hub of industry and agriculture, it does not escape the influence of the Dreaming. There are quiet whispers among the Compasses that the land itself shifts based on the unconscious dreams of those living within the city. Some cartographers report bizarre, surreal distortions in the terrain of regions they map—a forest that bends into strange, impossible shapes, or mountains that seem to ripple as if alive. Some believe these shifts are echoes from the Dreaming’s dimension, but the more common view is that these reports are simply the results of cartographers overexposed to the work of recalling and discussing their experiences from The Dreaming in their waking time - akin to crazy seamonster tales from fishermen who stared into dark waters at night for too long.
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