Kepler’s has been a Chasm City staple for some time, and its seedy dive like atmosphere lends it an air of potential disreputability. With the assistance of a rather large and outdated servitor behind the bar, drinks are served perfunctorily, without much pomp, and as is.
Deals are made and broken here deep within the city’s Mulch, far from the glittering prospects of the Canopy. Kepler’s patrons are careworn and work-a-day individuals looking for a place to get a solid drink, perhaps pick up a girl, and leave worries behind for a short time.