Here at the heart of the fallen kingdom the oldest cities are now massive independent city-states. Urbistadt is among the oldest and most well-fortified, a hexagonal plot of land characterized by its very high outer wall dotted with short jagged towers resembling broken-off bottles. Within its walls Urbistadt is comprised of pale gray utilitarian structures with severely peaked blue and black rooftops.
The Drunken Queen Tavern is the debauched highlight of Urbistadt, a dimly lit place often used by travelers and foolhardy “questers” to gather and exchange information. You are all present tonight among a mostly inebriated—and well-armed—crowd. Having worked together or been previously acquainted, you stick close to each other while the sea of people mills around you.
The Bouncer is a burly trunk of a man, his arms massive knotted logs beneath his leather armor. He doesn’t seem to care if patrons openly brandish their weapons, as long as those weapons never touch another patron. His attention is mostly turned towards the growing turmoil outside the bar, and making sure it doesn’t find its way inside.
"If you're meetin' for work, stay in the back, outta the way," the Bouncer warns, and points to the farthest table in the darkest corner of the Queen. "Questers stay offa the dance floor!" As he finishes his word of caution, a band begins to play on a small stage nearby.
