It's a seriously low sneak from my house - to the back alley - to the main road... and sketchy delivery to the parlay point...
I arrived at the destination. The marker point, a ceremonial burial urn, with a facade ready to shake all suspicion. An auspicious white hand walled business with a stormless attitude to greet.
I assumed my usual prowling attitude and snuck upon a seat next to a fellow assassin, who upon recognition (remarkably)... recommended me a drink... which is not even on the menu, so I couldn't even tell you what it was.... but it was awesome... ask about it.
The next thing you know it was me and my unknown assassin companion sampling ramblings and tinctures from the barmaids who have by this point, divulged a life stake of deadly lore... and even beyond... revealing the deepest kept secrets of the mounted goat... just ask.
And it compels me, just now... to admit I am am a nerd. But I am indeed a nerd with fine taste. If you do find yourself any kind with HIGH taste... visit this place...
There may be many hidden scrolls upon these walls, and the answer you seek may be just a dabble away. I have found the greatest nights of stealth and wealth lie upon the midweek nights of the roomies air.
Be diligent my brother/sister... step light and long the shadow.