Undercity Den
The Smoky Café was full of surprises. From its murky coffee, shady money changers, home of a secretive order of qi manipulators and in the depths of its basement an entrance to the undercity. This entrance was most likely the reason the black cloaks chose this building to operate out of.
Lafe the money changer led me down a stone ladder which was older than the café itself. With a wisp of his qi a line of orbs lit the way a few yards and ahead and behind. Before we reached the bottom I could see four floating cores who belonged to those who waited or guarded below.
At the base of the ladder was a kill room. It was covered in spikes and surrounded by horizontal slits in the wall. Qi traps were haphazardly strewn across the ceiling and a simple plank of wood was provided as a walkway across the spikes after Lafe was recognized and passed. It wasn't an impossible trap room for an advanced qi user, but it was an impeccably well defended.