It is perhaps unusual that such an establishment as Wchiteh's Dive should exist in the sort of well-to-do neighbourhood in which the companions eventually found it. Before he left, the ex-ranger Herman pointed to a shabby-looking door leading down into the basement of a building that appeared to contain both shops and apartments. The door was unmarked.
The door opened into a single ill-lit, smoky room. A pungent odour of exotic herbs assailed the nostrils of those entering as they waited for their eyes to adjust to the darkness. Shelves holding bottles and jars lined the walls; from the ceiling hung bunches of dried herbs. At the back of the room was a long counter holding bottles of wine and liquor, there were several tables and chairs scattered randomly about the room.
The only visible occupants of Wchiteh's Dive were two women who were sitting at a table near the middle of the room, crowding one of the few candles and sharing a pipe.
"Looks as iff you've got commpany, Ieder," said one of the woman to the other. Her voice was slightly slurred.
The one the other had called Ieder stood and cast a bloodshot eye at the intruders. She was wearing a heavy dress made of many differently-coloured pieces of wool fabric. As she stood she picked up a broad-brimmed hat from the table, but she did not put it on. Her tone was sharp and she spoke very fast. "Who are you and what do you want," she said, "and if you've come about the cat you can leave and mind your own business."
Wchiteh's Dive is on the west side of the city center. It is about an hour's walk from Trevek's home.