The Whispered Dojo is heard of mostly as a rumour. True to its name, it is spoken of rarely and in hushed tones. The location of the Dojo is known to a very select few in Fortitude who do not share this information willingly. Unless one has been invited by the master of the Dojo, it is impossible to discover the entrance, and only those with permission to return have ever found it a second time.
Those who have travelled there (and are willing to speak of it) say the entrance to the Dojo is an unremarkable wooden door, like any other in Town. What lies beyond it is only possible if one can fully appreciate the Buddhist philosophies of unreality. While the door itself is a small portal at the rear of an unassuming courtyard, the building beyond is much grander in scale. Several practice rooms stand ready for students who will never arrive, with training swords resting patiently in their racks. Markings on the floor for the instruction of stances and movement stand out clearly on the pale wood decking, and clean burning tapers lend a calm glow to all surfaces. It is, in all dimensions, larger than the space it seems to occupy on the outside.
Quite why the Dojo still stands is known only to a few, not all of them capable of entering the school itself. And they have nothing to say on the subject to those who do not already know.