Chapter Two: The Empire's Heart
"Right... Right-right. Tally-ho, aye? No rest for the wicked... Hrrng. Or the elderly it seems." Whines the old man as he rises to his feet. He pushes on his back and you hear a sequence of cracking that would give an orc's favorite choppin stik a run for it's money. Feeling more lumber, and still looking like a sweaty travesty, the old man begins moving into the crowd, quickly adapting to the rushing pace. "First rule of Altdorf. Keep the pace and don't stand out. You all stick out like sore thumbs stuck in rotten plumbs. Which, was nice for me to be able to find you. Been waiting quite a while for someone to match your picture Mister Baudelaire." Already huffing and puffing from the walk, the old man was wiping his brow again as he makes his way down towards the docks of Altdorf. The roads were filled to the brim here as well, but with more river folk rather than the usual merchant and agitator. "Ah, here we are. Thought it might've burnt down last frostfall, but it's a resilient little hole." Before you was a long line shoddy buildings with various offers of solitude, entertainment, 'entertainment', and cleaning services. All of this was heralded in by the large sign, lovingly named 'the Street of a Hundred Taverns.'
The Street of a Hundred Taverns runs downhill from the Königplatz to the riverfront. Signposts and road signs mark the many names the street has borne in the past, including the weathered Street of Many Taverns sign on the junction with Universitätsstrasse, and the Street of a Thousand Taverns signpost that leans drunkenly by the Breasts of Myrmidia, one of the less salubrious establishments on offer. It looks like when something falls down here, the solution is likely to simply build atop it, as evidenced by some of the leaning, taller establishments. Betwixed all of the calling and cooing escourts and tarts in the street, lays a simple and smaller building. 'The Boatsmann's Ine' Sitting just outside of the boatsman was a Strange, flabby creature with large tusks, chained to the floorboard. Just above it read a sign that said; 'Do not feed the bear'.