Duke's Dive
You never know the stories the barfly next to you might be holding, but knock enough Serum back and I’m sure you’ll find out. Information is currency in Serum City, and this place is like the stock market. Serum makes for loose lips and cheap informers of us all.
There are different seasons to this bolthole that come with the hour of the day and its shifting clientele. It’s rumoured that for five generations there’s always been someone propping up the bar, but you'll have to pick fact from fiction in here.
More plots and seditious acts have been born at the bottom of a glass of Serum in this place than in the war rooms of The Hideout. You’ll find a number of the faces of the Cartel in here and the occasional follower of Darkfang too. Its real name is the Hound and Hand, but among Mutants it’s known best as Duke’s Dive.
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Duke's Dive
This libertine was born on the side of the coin that royalty had its back to, known to frequent the many watering holes of Serum City and share the stalls with its bruisers and barflies. His roots are anything but royal, armed with an extensive armoury of language and overly flamboyant clothing, he has crafted a convincing veneer of regality that grants him an audience in every room, although he tends to prefer those with a fully stocked bar. Whether it’s permanent inebriation or his poetic leanings, everything he delivers is wrapped in allegory and conceits that require footnotes to fully grasp.
Information flows freely in the drinking dens he frequents, and that's the currency he uses to manipulate the Cartel's operations, carving out a kingdom in the gutter. He knows its alleyways better than the rats themselves, and very little moves in this place without The Duke pulling a string, lighting a fire, or whispering in an ear. Though he may be the loudest peacock on the cobbles, the moves he makes to sow others fates are never seen.
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