10th of Ilcuk; Monsoon Season
It is late afternoon on the 10th day of Ilcuk. The middle of monsoon season and the short-lived torrential downpours serve to wash the waste and corruption of Pheze into the Canden Sea. The rains will last another three months before before they are more tolerable again, the locals will often joke that the time between monsoons is when Glil has wandered off to refill his bladder before pissing on Pheze again.
One of those rains has begun outside of your favorite tavern, the familiar sound of sitting beneath a waterfall thunders down from the poorly patched roof. An out of tune harpsichord struggles to be heard above the noise. Several drunk sailors have begun dancing along, but most of the clientele of The Last Mistake are simply trying to avoid the heat.
Asreelm has settled you four at your usual table and Bellach has distractedly taken your orders before moving off to stop a brewing fight, deliver meals to three other tables, and be reminded by Asreelm that he needs to take "special care" of his new friends at another table.
The storm shutters are thrown open as is the door to, ostensibly, let in a breeze to cool off the tavern, the end result being a humid, hot room with rivulets of rain water flowing from various holes in the roof and out into the streets beyond.
You've all gathered here as is your habit on each tenday of the month. A chance to catch up, trade stories, and play a few games of cards that Speaks with Dead wins more often than not.