Weak Pieq

Greeting

You head for the broken dagger. It’s a run-down tavern in the worse part of the city, but it offered cheap drinks, meals, bedding and work for folks who don’t take it too seriously with morale – in short, a rather shady place. As you enter, you find a tightly cramped space full of scarred thugs having a beer, loose women trying to wrap them around their fingers to sell their goods and unlucky fellas, who after a tough time with a series of bad luck found a cheap stay.