Draumahol
Draumahol is a place where the most decadent and depraved come to indulge their vices. The den is dimly lit, with plush furnishings and an array of drugs on display. Draumahol offers a range of substances from the familiar to the bizarre. It's a place where you can lose yourself completely, and forget about the troubles of the world.
The exterior of the building has been adorned with an eye-shaped "O" in place of the plain one before, signaling a new era for the establishment. The once-classy den now has a nightclub-like atmosphere, with flashing magic lights and loud music. You may find a friendly (French) orc named Gregór manning one of the bars, happy to offer an ear if you need it or a private room with barred entry, and "top bottle service" from the demon Sebastian. Careful, though, as anything you say can and will likely find its way toward the new owner. On many evenings, it gets louder, loud and live music and flashing sparks of light — magic, instead of neon — but the effect is the same. Bright lights, loud music, people dancing and swaying in a pack on a newly-minted dance floor that draws them all in like flies to honey. It's indulgent, sweaty, and above all: lively.
But Draumahol has a dark side. It's rumored that the establishment has other, less publicized outposts for testing new concoctions, and the establishment has recently changed hands through openly suspicious circumstances. Draumahol's former proprietor, Birdie Martinson, has simply "vanished into thin air"... Or so the rumors say.
Despite those rumors, Draumahol remains a popular destination for those who can afford it. The establishment is known for its discretion, and it's said that anything can be obtained within its walls for the right price. But for those who are unlucky enough to find themselves on the wrong side of Draumahol, the consequences can be dire.
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