Here's one for you DM's that want your players to have a secret hide out (that also doubles a pub)

The pub of secrecy is a magically hidden pub that is found by a magic door at the end of an alley way. In this pub sits few customers, most having a criminal background or wish to make some form of networking with said criminals. The owner (A 280 Year Old Dwarf Sailor) is offering any group who comes in an offer to take the basement of the bar off form him, for only a small amount of gold per month. if you take the room, all your drinks are half off as well.

Unidentified assailants opened fire during an event in Jamshedpur’s Jugsalai; police begin investigation. A Congress leader narrowly escaped unharmed after criminals opened fire in Jamshedpur’s Jugsalai area late last night, sparking panic in the locality. JAMSHEDPUR – Congress leader Abhijeet Singh narrowly escaped after unidentified assailants opened fire at an event in Jugsalai’s Girls School…

Challenge #04204-K186: Not Like Other Rogues

I was born looking human in a community of those most call Unwanted. They treated me kindly and rarely mistreated me for my appearance. Save for a few with grudges who learned quickly it was wrong. So why do so many who look like me treat them so badly just because of how they look? -- Anon Guest

I grew up in ShadowCluster. A tumbledown community wedged into the crevice of Halgal Cliffs, the edifice that gave the city Myncloch its name. The crevice was too unstable to mine, but fully stable enough to shelter Myncloch's ghetto. Here there be Unwelcome People. People who are criminals just by existing.

I was six years old before I saw the sunshine without my mother hovering nearby. By then, I was old enough to wear the artificial horns and the mock tail that made me look like all the other Hellkin in ShadowCluster. I, like many Hellkin, learned to run home fast if I saw the City Watch.

I was eight when I learned I wasn't a Hellkin.

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