The Last Shadow 0.2
Katri despised this particularly part of her contract with her employer. She had to spend three evenings a week at the Crematorium, a tavern that had received its name purely from how many of its attendees died each night whilst there. This was partly due to the clientele it attracted, mainly thieves, assassins, fighters and the many lawless occupants in the city of Triggen. This evenings entertainment held most of the blame however. It was fighting night in the Tomb. Meetings between criminals were taken in the dark stalls on the second level of the building, most ended in knife fights or foolish clients being poisoned from spiked drinks sent by their enemies. Brawls were common place on the main floor, with alcohol potent and cheap. Angry arguments usually ended with knives in back or hearts of those whose fighting prowess was limited to throwing punches. Then there was main cause for the deaths each night; the Tomb. A ring that was three metres deep and could easily fit a carriage and two horses within. It sunk down in the middle of the main floor of the Crematorium. The tomb was used for fighting between those skilled with blades, swords, staffs, hammers or less commonly weaponless. It was an unspoken rule to not cause death in these fights, but more often than not, bodies were dragged from the pit and discarded out the front in piles, to be collected by horse and cart in the morning and carried away by the undertakers. Katri had never wanted to know where they were taken or what happened to them.
