Kobal:
Kobal thinks he can smell the scent of some weed coming from inside the Grotto.
He looks at Grundar. "You going to need any help?"
doesn't get a chance to respond before being frogmarched inside. The goon holding him is quickly replaced by an identical looking...Goon.
Those heading inside are met by a dazzling display of lights, people, smoke, music and half a dozen different languages being shouted, sung and cursed by the varied clientele within.
Centre place in the packed room stands several Morokanths banging away on various objects, one looking very much like one of the coracles used to cross the Zola Fel. As percussionists go they are incredible and already many folk are dancing in any available space between the crystal lit tables that fill the bar. Above, folk peer down from balconies, behind which lie private rooms.
Through all of this move the waiting staff, well dressed men and women, newtlings and ducks, one troll and an agimori carrying a tray of flaming drinks over to what can only be a group of Mostali hogging a corner table, their backs to the room's wall, hands on objects hanging from their belts and all observing the bar from beneath large hats.
Spying the Rangers one of the Newtlings beckons them to follow, before turning and threading it's way between tables to a booth with enough room for the whole party. Before letting them sit the creature gives the indication that it expects to be tipped...
Those interested in Grundar's fate see the brave being carried upstairs and vanishing into one of the rooms.
This message was last edited by the GM at 12:29, Fri 20 Apr 2018.
