Vision For A Strong Race

It was an elite bar in a rich neighborhood. There was a sky-high price for entry that even a good employee making a comfortable living would find unaffordable.

Varian raised a hand and with Oob's help, a card materialized on his palm. With no delay, Boo hacked into the bar's network and created him a suitable identity.

A simple, refined longue greeted him. There were only a few people here, waiting for their business clients.

The first to third floors were typically used for socializing and finalizing business deals. 

Instead of going that way, Varian walked to the lift behind the staircase and opted for the deepest underground floor.

Adventurers gathered in the lower floors, discussing their spoils, path progression and battle tactics.

It was a bit hard to digest for people but even though it had been only a few months, the need for 'Adventurers' experienced a sharp drop.