Grom's Mystery Slab Tour

A collective ringing of the city bells finds you standing atop the Trado Bridge, an arching bridge that crosses the canal with enough clearance for barges sailing into the bay. It's a busy waterway but the bridge is quiet with only you on it. Seagulls swarm over the warehouses that line the harbour drawn by the market you'd wandered through a quarter of an hour before. You're on time but your tour guide is running late.

When you'd met Grom, a cheery dwarf that munched on an endless supply of sausages, he'd been standing on the dock attempting to talk to everyone that walked past him but no one had stopped. Something about his earnest smile and trustworthy face had made you slow down and glance at his sign. He immediately launched into an over rehearsed speech about somewhere called 'the Slab' and how, for a small fee, either he or his brother Grarl could show you around. Intrigued by the dwarf's obvious enthusiasm for the place you'd stopped to listen.

'You hungry?' Grom Stonehead withdrew two sausages from his pocket and handed one to you without waiting for your reply. 'The locals are a tough bunch but The Slab's a great place to wander around, full of sights and sounds unlike any you get out here. Normally any outsider wouldn't make it past the dodgy market but I'm well known so I can go where I like even to The Heart of the Slab.'