As you walk into the mansion, the guards directs you to a door at your right side, the Tavern. You have heard that the Marqis of Rochester have numberous friends, and the sounds of everything from laughter to arguments flows out the door, along with a reeking stench of alcohol, proves this point.
As you walk through the door you can feel the sickish-sweet smell of cheap perfume mingled with the smell of beer and sweat....your eyes fall upon the many diffrent people seeming to inhabit this place by night...the hard bright faces of harlots and a few male whores...the bleared eyes and bloated faces of habitual drunkards...the bruised, swollen faces of rowdies, and gangsters, killers, drug addicts...curses and smells and more curses...and underneath it all - crime, and the half-laughing, half-sneering face of lust...
This was Lawr Rochester's private refuge, his new home in Stormwind made into a very private tavern, half-jokingly named 'Blood Kiss' by the customers. In the allyway that lead away from the tavern's side-doors the pavement bore dark stains which no amount of scrubbing could obliterate. It looked like blood...and it was blood. At the doors there was a couple of guards that made sure that all of the custumers had the permission to be there, and from the hall-way you could see that there was stairs both acending and decending into unknown rooms and hallways. There was places to sleep, and places to have fun, and the tavern itself was the heart of it all. Lawr's private chambers on the other hand, was well guarded, and hidden away on the second floor. Few people were ever alowed up, and some guards swear they have heard screams in the night from the place.