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The Southeastern quadrant of the city was the richest area in Valhiem, (or at least, within the walls,) home to the upper-middle class, with well-patrolled and often-cleaned streets.  [i]Golden Tree Park[/i] was the centerpiece of the area, bordered by [i]Beam Street North, Beam Street East, West[/i] and [i]South[/i].  Zell was walking along [i]Beam Street North[/i] towards the main intersection of the area.

[i]The Nightingale[/i] sat on this intersection and was the most famous and exclusive restaurant, bar and function room establishment in Valhiem. Any notable social event or party that did not take place in the grand halls of [i]The Citadel[/i], most likely were taking place at [i]The Nightingale[/i].

Outside, Zell would see a garden of pretty colours, perfectly trimmed hedgerows, protected by fancy iron-railing fence and staff that were better dressed than most citizens in the city.  So well dressed they were that it was hard to tell who were servers, greeters or security until they spoke to you.  Clean, white stone steps led up to the garden and made pathways throughout, and all-together, the outside area had two levels above the street entrance.  The building itself was an angular design of grand proportions and inside was a magnificent feast for the eyes.  Musicians played, as they did in many establishments, but here only the finest violinists, strings and pianos played, with music resembling the classical music of earth.  And too the finest chefs and servers in Mytheria could secure employment here.  Enchanting lighting, statues, a dance floor, bar, with several fine dining areas within and without that made one feel as though they were the classiest man or woman on the mortal plane.

This was The Nightingale.

And like most major cities in this world and the last, one only had to walk 30 mins in the right direction to find themselves going from one class of neighbourhood into a different one.

The Northeastern quadrant of Valhiem was a mix of working and lower-middle class residence.  [i]The Brass Monkey[/i] was a notable tavern and gambling house in the area.  It was not quite so famous, but not because it couldn't be.  It was well known to be the headquarters of the private company; [i]Dent, Dent and Farley.  AKA The Thieves Guild[/i].  Everyone who knew, knew.  Even the law was not ignorant to this fact.  But [i]The Thieves Guild[/i] had ways of co-existing with the rest of the city.  Their contribution to the economy, the welfare of the city, their connection and expertise in the Adventurer Classes in and around the [i]Ranger[/i] and [i]Rogue[/i] class.  Said expertise aiding and abetting their evasive crimes making them nigh untouchable when combined with their political connections and shadowy, inscrutible membership.  [i]The Thieves Guild[/i] could not be dismantled.

[i]The Brass Monkey[/i] was a relatively big and clean establishment, when not compared to upper class standards.  But even as you neared the front entrance and yard, it started to become clear what kind of place this was and what kind of people frequented it.  Here among the patrons were men who liked dark clothing or hooded cloaks, tattoos or scars, carried weapons or huge hulking muscle.  Adventurers of the less pure persuasion also liked the place, in addition to Rangers and Rogues who came to learn more or use the massive practice facilities in the training grounds behind the place.

As Zell got closer, a man who was dressed much like a stereotypical pirate of all things, with a teardrop inked on his cheek amongst other tattoos, would raise his chin to mean-mug the englishman.

"Oi," he called out with a voice like gravel.  "The fuck you looking at, baby-face?"