Re: The non existant tavern. (OOC)
In reply to Dirk (msg # 125):
Beverley hands over to Dirk, a small box with a tiny lock, she hands him the key which was stuck to the bottom when she found it. As he ooens it, there is a pop and then the smell of chocolate cake assaults Dirks nostrils as a glorious piece gleams in the torch light. Go on Dirk, try it.... Its not a trap, how could it be with such succulent majesty enticing your very sould to taste it?