In the Northern Quarter, a part of the city that was naturally run down, it was incredibly easy to hide something away.
If, for instance, you wanted to hide away a bar that only villains and people lower down the chain of the social strata would use then that would be quite easy to do in the Northern Quarter.
The place that the rest of Hypogean had taken me to was exactly that. A tucked-away bar that you would have never found unless you already knew that it existed.
There was no sign outside the establishment to announce that it existed, Crashcourse just suddenly stopped walking out of nowhere and announced that we had made it to our destination.
Stepping inside the building you would still be forgiven for thinking that the place was just as out of service as the rest of the area.
The inside was equal parts dim, dingy and depressing.