leviathan • • •
Down a grungy laneway lies a flight of cobblestone steps that mark the entrance into Leviathan. What was formerly the vaults of a now long-gone bank now hosts a classy cocktail bar for the shadier characters in Verona. Of course, all are welcome into the monsters den, but no citizen can deny that the downwards descent into darkness invites a more specific kind of clientele.
If a patron happens to wander into Leviathan(should they make it past the bouncer), they will discover a dimly lit chamber embellished with aged brass finishes and steampunk-esque industrial stylings that nod to an era long gone. Be careful what you say here, as cunning eyes see all, and sharp ears hear all.
If a patron happens to wander into Leviathan(should they make it past the bouncer), they will discover a dimly lit chamber embellished with aged brass finishes and steampunk-esque industrial stylings that nod to an era long gone. Be careful what you say here, as cunning eyes see all, and sharp ears hear all.