After a solid year of hassling peasants, killing some cultists, and other various stabbing activities, you have finally managed to make your little group into a semi-respectable mercenary group within your general sphere of influence within the massive City of Praven. Peasants fear you, cultists hate you, and there is always job to be had, since this section of the sprawling city hasn't seen any sort of police force or army in decades.<br/><br/>Which has only led to a power vacuum, which only then led to more guilds popping up and taking control of various territory within the city, all under the wonderful guise of 'protection'. The building that you currently own, for reasons that have been lost to time and booze, is right smack dab in the middle of one such guild, The Sultry Claw. A guild owned and operated by a nefarious and very deadly group of catgirl rogues. They control the river Jubli on both sides of the shore for miles, effectively controlling the trade down it with a iron claw.<br/><br/>They have only allowed you to operate in such a fashion because so far you haven't done anything to hamper their river trade. That and good mercenary groups are always worthy of having around, especially one such as yourselves that has survived for this long. That and it helps that you have a cleric from their homeland. Oh sure they are not overtly religious, but they are not going to intentionally harass someone who may know someone higher up back in the homeland.<br/><br/>They have had been your principal clients for some time, letting you do all of the dirty work with beating peasants and stomping down the occasional cult uprising or undead horde sweeping through. Their territory, and the one you are smack dab in the middle of, is mostly warehouses and shops that sell whatever comes off from the river trade. Not a whole lot of residential buildings, but the Sultry Claw has a decent sized brothel service going on within their land.<br/><br/>To the south is most of the source of the Sultry Claws trouble, another guild that is more or a large religious cult then anything else, named Nelrug. That has no qualms about ethnic and religious purges, all in order to cleanse the land of booze and sex and anything good in the world. The sort of people that think that exposed ankles on a woman is indecent and worthy of punishment.<br/><br/>Which is another good reason why The Sultry Claw keeps you around, to use as a meat shield for when Nelrug sends in raids, or for you to do some raiding on your own. Since kittygirls in Nelrug territory don't exactly last very long, so they need some convenient proxies. You are a good mile and a half within safe territory, with Nelrug territory being tightly guarded by a dry canal and watched heavily by both sides. Basically a no man's zone, with traps and wire and explosives all over the place.<br/><br/>Which brings us to a nice beautiful morning, with the evil day star leering its blasphemy over the buildings and streets. The 4 of you in your bedrooms, from the just fantastic party/orgy, celebrating your 1 year anniversary of not dying horribly from merc work. You managed to somehow shoo off the whores and comrades in arms before locking everything down for the morning. Safe to say the place is a giant mess, with food in the pool and other fun activities going on down on the main floor.