The Backroom

The Backroom is a dump. It’s the dive bar in an area of dive bars. The sign over the door is covered in some sort of black mold and through it you can barely read The Backroom. The common ale they serve causes you to debate whether it is more urine or water. Thinking a little more unbiased, you realize that it is likely made from whatever chunky black mold grows around the outside of the building. The common room is clean enough, and a dimly lit. The hearth keeps the place warm even in winter. Because of this the common room is typically packed in the late evenings. The private rooms are well furnished and tend to see a number of private meetings. Because of the quality of this bar, it is the perfect place to hide out from anything.

The Backroom

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