Rooms

  Smoke and the stench of degradation seems to assault you as soon as you

enter into this place.  An almost haunting tinkling sound of a piano can be

heard playing through out the bar, heard distantly behind the din of the

noisy patrons.  The walls themselves seem to be such a darkened red in color

that they appear to be almost black with a design of sorts almost etched

into it.  As you peer closer at the design, you notice that it is actually

that of faces frozen in a moment of screaming horror.  A long bar sits

against the back wall, numerous kegs lined up behind it.  Several tables sit

arranged about, a candle held within a claw set upon each one.