Down in the shreikeasy, monsters from across the nightmare land gather for a howling night of sin and drink. The band’s always jamming, and the bartenders always grin, and a thin layer of dusky cigarette smoke always set the mood of the evening.
(Monster Mafia fellow that goes by the name of Slink, Mortimer “Slink” Slinken)
More (fake) Assassin’s Creed; late 1920s prohibition Detroit! speakeasy/blind pig scribble. i’d imagine it’d be super hazy from all the smoking but it’d still be quite a retreat from the cold snow outside…. the saga continues i guess