There is no summit without its abyss, just like there is no great city without its insalubrious districts. Creeping criminality, shameful secrets and unealthy meetings. Dreadmaw's Dead-end is one of these streets where the days are but a slightly less dreaded version of the nights. Amongst discarded items of the everyday life, all sorts of dark dealings go on. Why would you come here ? Is it to participate in one ? or maybe to prevent it ? Keep your wits about you !