The Dungeons

Down here, at the back of The Black Witch, they had the last meeting. They wouldn't let me in, of course. It didn't seem worth even trying to pretend I wanted to join.

But I got a look and there were at least twenty of them. I saw Sherwood, and Gus the Goat, and that old bird who runs the dodgy fortune telling place at the end of Crick Lane. That's all, Borgin was pulling the door shut.

I could maybe try a disguise? If you need to know more. Or Marik might have better luck, though probably not, seeing as he's sort of your son-in-law.

So weird, that.