Lower Dura is built like a city under a roof. Much of Sharn was merely canyonous, with towers that seemed to rise connected by floating bridges and balconies, but this far down, buildings had been built up over the streets, blocking out all natural light. When rain came here, it had passed through other layers of city and was grey and thick with muck, coming in leaks and from drainpipes. Streetlights were only intermittent other than on major roadways, and Fyodor found himself walking often through dark places, where the Goblinoids' darkvision could greatly aid them.
While many of the buildings rose and spreadg out like medieval storefronts over the street some six floors above, the majority did not. Most of the buildings here still dated back to when Hobgoblins ruled Sharn, and this was the center of their city. Sitting along the Dagger River, it was a large city by the standards of the time. Manor houses, abodes, and other primitive buildings bore stained plaster where pipes had been fitted in for the sewer system. Few reached more than two stories. Their windows bore shutters to keep out the smog when the winds turned this way up from the Cogs.
Mason's Tower ran up into Middle Dura. Within is, the Broken Anvil Inn seemed a place a man like Fyodor's Cover could afford. The building was in poor repair, and as Fyodor Saltsvits came in, a hobgoblin in a caged off reception area nodded to him. A heavy crossbow sat loaded on a desk beside him.
"Welcome to the Broken Anvil Inn. Checking in?"
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