<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Planescape: Discord in the Grey District</strong></span></div><br/>(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/274/4/7/sigil_by_samize-d3c8ury.jpg)<br/><br/>As you walk into the Whispered Word tavern, it is filled with a susurrus of quiet voices. The detail of these conversations are unheard but their subject is clear – you and your fellow adventurers. It’s a poor and hard worked band of berks that regard you, still stained with the grime of a long day’s toil: A mix of collectors, rag-pickers, coffin-makers, bearers, mourners, wailers, and morticians. Several of them wear the shapeless grey robes of Dustmen.<br/><br/>The décor of the place matches the funerary nature of the people and the street outside: Skull-shaped lanterns, tables made from coffin lids, and curtains of gauzy grey shroud surround you. A wrinkled old fellow with a blind eye gestures you to a table in front of the bar, where three figures await.<br/><br/>On the left is a pale, skeletally thin human with a hideous cough. Thin dark hair peaks out from under his hood and every inch of his body that you can see is covered in scars. Leaned up against the back of his chair is an iron bastard sword, forged in the style of the Iron Heart hobgoblins.<br/><br/>In the middle sits an elderly woman who is visibly frustrated and upset. She is quickly marked as a Tiefling by both her skin - which looks like cracked red leather - and the smalls ivory horns that emerge from her temples. She wears the holy symbol of a flaming red skull over the purple shawl and grey robs that mark her as one of the Dustmen.<br/><br/>Finally, on the right is a bald, brown skinned, heavy set man who appears to be the owner of this tavern and inn. His cloths are modest, but he is dressed in greens, blues and purples. Around his neck, he wears a necklace of gold coins and upon the large one in the middle, you see the symbol of the Fated.