Before you stands perhaps the largest tavern you have ever laid eyes on, dwarfing all nearby buildings and houses. Its dark timber construction and cold gray stone foundation almost screams warnings of danger. Yet countless patrons pour into its dark steel framed doorway. Those coming out all seem to be in good health, if listing a bit from partaking in a tad too much drink. Still, the scent of a cooking fire inside occasionally teases your nostrils, as does the warmth rushing out against the cold nights air to lick your flesh. Laughter can be heard in nearly every direction, despite the shady figures darting in and out of crowds.  The streets in front of the tavern are plagued with nearly more courtesans than rats, doing their own share of lifting the heavy weight of gold from the taverns guests. Occasionally a city guard walks by, but you know that he offers no protection here, and that he is a guest himself, despite his duty. No... true safety here only lies in the good graces of the taverns owners, the Forsaken.

    Still, you know that those that come with friendly intentions are welcomed, and offered the best of their services and merchandise at fair prices. Those that come seeking to join their ranks need only display their desire, loyalty, and what skills they offer the guild.