Mother Grubb’s
By night, Mother Grubb’s is alive with laughter, music, and the clatter of dice, its reputation as a gambling den and house of ill repute well earned.
This dilapidated structure stands isolated, as if even the nearby buildings have leaned away in disgust—or fear.
The young, attractive doxies who work here are as quick with their hands as they are with their wits—a careless patron may find their coin purse considerably lighter by the time they leave. But theft is only the beginning of the dangers within these walls. Beneath its carefree exterior, Mother Grubb’s hides a far darker reality, one that only the most foolish or well-prepared dare to uncover.
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