Vanden peers into the Ten Bells tavern, finding himself looking into the main bar.
Once upon a time, before it was boarded up and abandoned, it would have been a comfortable if lower-class tavern, filling the broad middle ground between the Savage Shark and The Sailor's Rest.
The original brick and flint walls, ancient floors, old beams and aged furnishings and tables are all reminiscent of an earlier age, when the empire was not yet in decline and when dozens of thirsty imperial sailors, fishermen, merchants and dockworkers would have drunken themselves to rowdy stupors here.
The room is dead quiet, although by the dim light coming through the open door from Coraithe's hovel, Vanden can see an enormous rat dart into the fireplace.