The signs and torches were up, the furniture was ready and the alcohol was stored in neat rows, and yet when visitors arrived at the Gaping Wound at the time on the poster last night, they were driven away by knife point by the Captain of the local Vardo branch and the shady tavern's own crew.
Those who stepped in far enough could glimpse a filthy woman sitting in the center of the room, bleeding on the large round table from holes where her fingernails used to be, and were savagely torn out.
The place remained closed and quiet the night after, with its crew walking around the city for business, their faces grim.
// Gaping Wound won't open tonight at the regular GMT+3 time.