A rocky maw leads you into the small seaside cavern. You quietly row the boat onto one of the many docks and advance up one of the rocky staircases before you. Torch lights flicker throughout the cavern, igniting the rocky walls and reflecting off the gently ebbing water below.
Hay and ragged linen beds have been arranged around the few hammocks the inhabitants have set up as places to sleep and tables hold games of chance, mouth watering dried meats as well as crusty breads.
Rusty barbed chains are pined from wall to wall while wooden bridges lie across broken and crumbling walkways. Within the large hall lies many tables full of food and a stone pedestal with which a large map of smugglers cache’s lie marked.