Seattle has become quite the dangerous place. The only way to make a living is to take to the shadows and hope no one notices. This is your world. This is Shadowrun.
It ain't pretty, but it is cheap. Nestled up against the Puget Sound (and sort of trapped by the Salish on the other side), Everett is a little dock town with a major UCAS shipyard and syndicate action all around. Makes you feel nice and cozy.
A place for all the runners to hang, That Little Bar is a dive to which no respectable person would ever go. Run by an orc (who, it is rumored, has had an extensive and successful career in the shadows himself), the only rules that apply are the only ones that matter: Don't bust up my place and I won't bust up your head.
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