Clever phantoms dance on the walls, dispersed among the live clientele. Someone is always talking, someone is always listening, someone is always watching. You may not know who. It may be you. But on the whole an uneasy truce holds over the Joint Erosion.
Opposites sit down and glare, but leave the war for another time, another place.
Here one remembers the things one has in common with one's fiercest rival, be it a love of gardening or contempt for Cathedral slaves. The area where Commerce Street meets Cathedral Road is a busy commercial district. Big department stores and smaller shops peddle their wares, now all of local manufacture, with brand names dating from after the End. Fancy restaurants cater to the wealthy among the Damned, who make a point of appearing human as they shop here. Everything seems innocuous enough, until you notice that the items on the menu consist mainly of human flesh and blood, and until you come across the slave markets, where humans are bought and sold for demonic coin.