It was evening by the time Charon found the Stadia.
Nestled between two large restaurants, it stood as a building with a simple sign hanging above a metal doorway, patrons occasionally strolling in and out.
The plain appearance was what made it so hard to find. Whenever he had asked for directions, they were given in reference to other places Charon had never seen, making them useless.
'I had been expecting something far more grandiose.'
A bouncer stood outside in full platemail armor, his face hidden behind a large gorget. The two-handed longsword slung around his back made it clear the man meant business.
Approaching, Charon stopped just in front of the door, the bouncer taking a half step to block his path.
"Name and business."
"Jester, I'm here to fight."
