The Silk Snake
Climbing an exterior staircase around the side of one of the larger wood and stone towers on the west bank you enter into a dimly lit room with low couches and a bar at the far end. Through the doors at the back of the room you are led into an extravagantly furnished but equally dim space, dominated by a large desk. Sitting behind it, almost completely in shadow you make out the hulking figure of the Iron, and standing beside him the thin spidery form of Dex, his henchman.