> Somehow I ended up in the undercity in front of a
> small brick pub with a door slightly rusted. The
> Midnight part of the neon sign glowed as it was
> raining. The Pub part was out. I took out the scrap
> of paper I had written the passcode I had been given
> to reassure myself I had it memorized one last time
> before knocking. The bouncer slid the little window
> in the metal door open to challenge me. Some faint
> music could be heard which I recognized and took as a
> good sign. Satisfied, the heavy door swung inwards...