When the Bull’s Eye spins out of the sky and the Pale Lantern rises, the Night District of Louvain saunters out to dance in moonlight. Every traveler has their own story about carousing in the dance halls and lounges of Allemance’s capital. The heart of the district blazes with the light of Soda Lamps, an alchemical marvel invented in a subterranean Louvain laboratory.
The Night District is happy to meet the needs of delver caravans (particularly the “fat-pursed hunks” who ride in them, as they’re called by the dancing girls of the Two Pillows Inn). Unique attractions and shady delights abound in the gaudy, bawdy parlors of the Night District. Its back alley swap shops offer illegal goods and the services of organized crime, if a crew can pay the price.
Questionable morals and fake smiles aren’t everything in the Night District. Bards who aspire to fame get their start here. One might stumble into a third-floor bar expecting a watered-down beer and a con man fast-talking in their face, and instead find a musician performing a one-night show pouring out their soul in a life-changing performance.