Re: The Vast: Welcome to Calaunt
Angel and Aerin continued to terrorise the hapless snatch-thief for a while, until it became clear that he really didn't know anything that could help them, that he wasn't a part of a conspiracy, and that he really just wanted to go back to his mother. At Angel's direction, Aerin dropped him, and he scurried off into the alleyways.
After that, Angel led the adventurers through the winding, night-darkened streets of Calaunt, where they heard disturbing screams and encountered more disturbing smells. They went up one much-graffitied but surprising tidy alley, where gang scrawls gave way to more complete paintings and dwarf runes. One painting depicted a drunken dwarf, quaffing a tankard with foam in his beard. 'Aha! So this is The Foamy Beard, where the dwarf mercenaries gather. Here we may make discreet inquiries about Dorn Hammerhand, or Dorn Crownshield as he calls himself.'
Set in one wall nearby was a plain iron door. Angel opened it, revealing a narrow staircase leading downward. The thump of music echoed out. 'After you.' Angel gestured in with an impish smile.
Going down, they found themselves in a fairly typical dwarven tavern, with low tables, lanterns casting orange light, rune art on the walls. A band played obscure local music. A wide selection of obscure craft beers were available, poured into glass jars with handles attached. The tavern was built into a repurposed human-built cellar, so the adventurers could at least stand up straight, even if they did loom over the seated patrons, who looked up suspiciously to them.
Looking around, there were two distinct types of clientele here. First, there were the dwarven mercenaries, grizzled fighters with bushy beards and eyebrows, with weapons at hand and clad in metal armour and the livery of clan, company, and the families they served. They grumbled and rolled at their eyes at the second sort: younger dwarves, in turtle-neck jumpers with thick-rimmed glasses and scrupulously neat shovel-shaped beards.
'Well, I warned you it would be an underground establishment.' Maelarra whispered.
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