The front bar of Constantinople is... well, it's not nice, but if you knew the sort of goings on behind the closed doors at the back wall, you'd choose this place for your wedding ceremony.

Usually dotted with several gloomy-looking patrons, be wary of 'exploring' the bar because the atmosphere says "if we think you don't know what you're doing here, we're going to beat you up. Quite severely".

Interested in going through to the back? If you're a newcomer that these guys don't recognise, or you look like you don't know where you are, you might have a little trouble getting through.

They do do a good whisky here, though.

::Luke enters the bar and is mildly unimpressed by the decor of the place; it's only a mild disapproval because he already knows this is already a seedy location. He doesn't see Birmingham or Dean around. He almost wants to ask the bartender if he's seen either of them, but he notices some more doors. Luke walks towards them and enters the back bar.::

::The bartender watches Luke go, then eyes the other patrons. He's expecting to see Luke strung up with the rest of the mortals in a few hours, slowly bleeding into the bloodbath.::