Bethendur’s Storage
Four identical, well-built warehouses stand here in ground covered in raked gravel and cinders. The moment anyone sets foot past the sign that says “Bethendur’s Storage/Rent Space by tenday, month, or year,” a tall, smiling man emerges to meet them. This is Aerego Bethendur (male Tethyrian human noble). He is assisted by three burly clerks and porters, who are former mercenary thugs.

Aerego asks no questions, so anything can be stored here. Stored items that don’t move or burst out of their containers are left strictly alone, though crates that begin to smell of death are taken out back and opened. If they contain dead bodies (rare, but it happens), Aerego burns them without a word to the constable or anyone else.