Still working on it but here are some tid-bit

Investigators often cause imbroglios in our type of business ,so prattle and jabber are taken quite seriously outside the hideout as jargon could be hidden in anything they say.

On the edge on town where the forest meet the beach is a huge precipice, there are caves hidden down along it's sides, they make excellent shelters and a place to hide things best forgotten.

Our hideout is a old dilapidated mansion the external appearance is a disheveled mess, there was no dismay on our face when we first saw it. It was perfect for us and our needs. The fact it look so heinous and it was close enough to town but still in the hinterland meant no one would be suspicious of us. We had to rummage through what was already there to see what was useful or at least salvageable. As our band was forming we would help the occasional wretch know very well no one else would, they would go on to join us as runners or whatever else we needed.

The old mansion is rumored to be plighted with poltergeist, so there's a scarcity of people around here and when they are they scurry as soon as they feel a shiver down their back.