Alohan Nuari:
..picking up the quill, Alohan dunked the tip into ink and leaned in over the ledger. 'Pua'a Laho,' he wrote, marking the words in elaborate royal script filled with typical flourishes and accents mandatory for all formal Nuari documents...
"Heh. Pretty mark," grunted the bouncer approvingly.
Victor rolled his eyes.
"Can we please hurry this up? I don't want to spend all night in here," he groaned, placing his hands on his hips impatiently.
"But we can make your normal table available Mister Saint-Demain," said the bouncer helpfully.
"There is no need to leave early, just stay till closing like you normally do!"
Victor's checks coloured and he tried to answer, but just ended up stammering something incomprehensible and falling silent.
OOC: Refer to map in the 'Mermaid's Secret Map' thread.
Please note, Angati also notices that the small area that the bouncer is located in is warded by some powerful anti-magic signals - she realises it will not be possible to cast magic in the area marked blue on the map.
Logan signs in without incident, but the bouncer's eyes bulge when he saw Kassius try and bring Kibeti into the tavern.
"Sir, you will have to keep your... giant albino panther... outside!"
Once that was sorted, and Kassius had signed the guest book, the bouncer opened the door into the main room. A wall of steamy heat hit the party and was joined by a pungent wave of stench consisting of sweat, pipe smoke, cooking meat, ale and the sickly-sweet smell of Zzonga juice. The 'Mermaid's Secret' was a large establishment with a common room 150ft north to south and 100 ft east to west. A dozen tables filled the room, each crowded with patrons loudly talking, eating, smoking, singing, chewing Zzonga, arm-wrestling... A surprising number of the patrons were dwarfs - about two thirds of them.
Along the northern wall was a bar with dwarfs and humans jostling two to three deep to get a drink. Harried staff were busy behind the bar taking orders and delivering large tankards of foamy ale to eager customers.
Alohan Nuari:
...Alohan eyed his surroundings. He looked for unmanned exits, possible escape routes, and whatever detail that might get overlooked.
Besides the door they entered through, there was an exit behind the bar, although it looked like this lead into the kitchen. There was a mezzanine floor to the west and on this were half a dozen doors that looked like they led to private rooms. The railing on the mezzanine floor was filled with more customers looking down on the common room below.
At a pinch, Alohan gueseed that the windows might also be a viable exit points since they were on the ground floor. They were all painted black however so it was not possible to be sure.
Alohan Nuari:
Once happy with his results, Alohan looked for the next important detail. Women.
The Islander studies the room and doesn't see a single woman until a dwarf spilling his ale on another dwarf spirals into a fight involving ten of the diminutive warriors, and opens up a gap in front of to the central stage. On top of this, two dwarven maidens writhe arrhythmically to the accompaniment of a set of drums and a lone bagpipe. The dancers are almost naked, their hairy bodies glistening with sweat as they continue to move, their dead gazes firmly locked on the ceiling and not on the baying crowd that surrounds them.
OOC: Well... it's 'Dwarf Night'