The downtown area of Miran's capital city was pretty much as expected. More lowlife, beggars, muggers, rapists, simple scum and worse drifting around their luckless lives and worthless homes. Scavenging a living out from under the shadow of the rich, they were pretty much all armed and dangerous, though an Inquisitor like Andreas gives off an intimidating aura, whether in disguise or not. Most of the scum knew better than to pick a fight with a well armed man, let alone one that wasn't keen on showing who he was. The few that were stupid enough, hesitated simply because their smarted bosses refused. All in all it was an unsteady truce, leaving Andreas to go where he pleased.<br/>The bar he came upon looked like a good place to start, scantly dressed women, likely whores, danced upon elevated stages. Rough types littered the bar, spread across an unevenly matched set of tables. This surely was the place to listen in on shady conversations, trying to find out what was going on. Soon enough already, Andreas noticed a few of the better equipped scumbags entering a room in the back. Quite possibly a VIP area worth taking a look into.