Old rumors claim the cellar holds an iron-bound chest whose lock cannot be picked by mortal hand. Some say it was set there by a fallen sigil-wizard whose last patrons drank in the dark and traded favors with something beneath the city. Locals whisper that a chorus of three verses sung in the Sigil's backroom will reveal a hidden stair; others say only those who have lost blood within its walls can ever pass its threshold. The tavern's sigil—a crooked black star crossed by a single key—appears carved into alley stones near old crimes.