Upon first glance, most people would not assume The Pearl's building to  be what it was. A rather plain looking, if clean, building, was a foil to the business conducted within. Those with a higher moral compass would call it a 'den of debauchery' but to most people, it was simply The Pearl. Walking inside and shutting the wooden door behind them, Valerius looked about the unassuming front room with it's reception counter to the left, and made a note of the hearth opposite said counter. Walking past and opening the door on the far end, Valerius was greeted to a massive main room with several tables, a bar in the back, booths on one end, and an assortment of.... 'wares' on display near another door to the left.<br/><br/>"Welcome to The Pearl!" said a good-looking woman with her hair done up in double buns. Valerius was not wrong in assuming this was the Madame of the establishment. "I am Sanga. And you, sir, are in for the treat of your life. For only 40 silver, you can enjoy the pleasures of the flesh like nowhere else on Thedas. What's you flavor, handsome?" she said, making a grandiose sweep of her arm at the 'samples' near the door.<br/><br/>"Apologies, madame. We are not in the market for.... pleasure. We've actually come in seek of something else. May we speak in private?" said the old warrior, trying to avert his gaze from the scantily clad elven women nearby. With a wag of her finger, Sanga motioned for them to follow her to one of the private rooms in the back, away from where the women (and the men) plied their craft. Following swiftly, Valerius made his way past the wooden door, brushing past a man with the strangest tattoos he'd ever seen along his body.