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Downtrodden
"'Ya got no job? Starving? Need work? Jus' wanna enjoy life a bit? Ask 'round for Downtrodden."
The place is mostly known by locals, but word of mouth may reference someone to this place. To travel there is to experience a dark, seedy underworld barely lit by torchlight, homeless and dead husks or groups of ne'er-do-wells up to no good. When one first hears of the place, they are vetted by successive meetings with various street NPC's who each give a clue to the Downtrodden's location. To outright spill the location to someone is considered disrespectful and punishable due to the nature of the business, and most know this, so they are reluctant to give specific information. In general, three NPC's for clues and then a vetting by the bouncer should allow you entry.
Downtrodden has three rules, carved into the stone out front;
1) Do No Murder
2) Do Not Tread on the Downtrodden
3) Respect Fellow Patrons
The door is big and sturdy, made from wood reinforced with iron strips. It's usually unlocked. Beyond that is the establishment--several tables in a wide, spacious room, and a bar area with seating, a small kitchen built just behind that. There's even a stage for performances, small, but potentially useful. And by the bar is a bounty board, where anyone is free to list their job for a small fee.