In post-war Renatus-Marna, a new inn has opened up catering to the men returning home from battle. As you open the cantina doors and walk inside the dimly lit building, a waft of cactus green smoke hits your face. It’s difficult to make out but you catch glimpses of soldiers accompanied by Easterner women of questionable profession, a man playing piano in a dark corner by the bar and two Qalasheen youths taking puffs of smoke from the hookah at the bar. This was a place of decadence, you thought