Step right this way. We formally welcome you to Tartarus. Some of you are famous and most, not so much. For the crime of being who and what you are, you have come to this city - whether you like it or not - to live, if you can. Need further information on your stay? Check into the Gate. Well, you actually have to check into the Gate. So, get to it. They've actually got time to answer your questions.
So, a giant human who is also the familiar of the god of chaos, runs the gun shop on the main drag going into the North End. He's actually quite helpful and the shop is fully stocked. They sell nothing that could help you fight a dimensional or help you get the bracelet off your wrist keeping you here, but hey... They're trying.
Yeah, well... It's an adult book store. The lesser god that runs this bookstore is pretty much convinced that casual pornography is love. You can find her familiars in the store mostly because her attention span is limited. I'm sure there's something in there for the discerning immoral scumbag.
It's a hot springs. It's little a big pool of bubbling hot water on the side of a mountain. There is a adult fiction shop that will rent you a towel for 100 euros an hour. I'd just as soon walk around naked for that price if I were you. Or, if you're smart, bring your own towel.
