Howling cats, drunk buffoons stumbling out of taverns, the homeless of these dirty streets, the smell of the sewer--ah, the alleyways. Regardless of how unclean and frightening it may be, it's the only way to cross into the industrial district. Not that that's much better, but there's rumor that through these narrow walkways, Bloodhawk's spies and ruthless thieves lurk in the shadows...
