It was later in the evening when the group made their way to the south side of town. They made some attempts at finding out more information about Viper during the day, but met with only limited success. The contacts that Colors had identified were not always easy to find, and not forthcoming with information. The most they managed to learn was that Viper did not actually own the brothel. He was merely a frequent patron. At the very least, it meant that he would not likely have many guards with him, if at all.
Colors led Kaleeth and Sabine into an alleyway: a place that was out of sight, out of mind, and easy for the city guard to turn a blind eye to. The rest of the group was waiting nearby in case they heard any obvious trouble, but they would have significantly less they could do this time around. They could not wait as close to the building as they could to the tailor's shop.
"Okay, so, just keep a good eye out once we're in. Oh, and try not to talk to many people. Not many go to these places to be social, so you'll want to keep to yourself. Unless someone is on skooma, then they might try to talk to you." Colors explained as they approached the door. Stepping up to the decaying wooden door, Colors gave two quick knocks, and a few moments later, a tall Orc with an axe on his hip opened it for them from the inside. For a few seconds, he stood with his arms crossed, looking over the trio, before finally giving them the nod to enter. In all likelihood, he was not looking for anything in particular, but rather just wanted to give them ample opportunity to be intimidated by him.
There was a short, narrow hallway that led to another door, inside which was the main room of the establishment. Strictly speaking, it was not exceptionally crowded, but the way the room was arranged made it feel a bit cramped. Most of the furniture came in the form of cushions and blankets strewn across the floor upon which the majority of people were seated. Across the room was a bar, likely which sold far more than just alcohol. About halfway across the room to the right, there was a wide hallway, on either side of which were the "private" rooms. Though, they were not actually proper rooms at all, but just stalls that were divided off from the rest of the room by curtains.
The prostitutes themselves were a majority female, though there were two men in one corner. They were mostly Humans or Orcish, though there were some elves and a single Khajiit. They were easy to identify, as they all wore the same, small loincloth. It was not particularly noteworthy attire for one who lived in a lycan clan, but everything from the way they acted, to the way they moved, to the way they simply looked at patrons showed that they were primarily focused on seduction. There were some patrons who seemed clean and fairly normal, but as Kaleeth has suspected, many had the look of skooma addicts, between their gaunt figures and ragged, torn clothing.
"All...too familiar." Kaleeth commented, turning her head towards Sabine. "So, um, do you know what a Colovian accent sounds like?" She asked.
