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"Well you had better hope you did leave something then?" Says the warforged shaking his head. "Mr. Moozle is swimming in trouble as it is, considering what's going on, and he is not going to be happy to hear any more bad news. Let me lock up the till and I'll be right with you."
He slips back into the ticket window.
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Some closed crates are immediately to you're right. Before you is a short hallway, with one door that you can see, close and to the right. Rurdev peers inside.
To you're left however is much more. A small balcony, with no railing, looks out onto the stage proper. Stairs go up even higher, and you see what looks like stairs going down right around the corner from you. On the stage stands a female half-orc, in an elaborate pink gown, looking quite perturbed. It is apparently she who was yelling a moment ago.
Stage left you can see a halfling, leaning by a series of tied ropes.
As you move forward and peer into the room with Rurdev you see a decent sized storage area. Three racks of clothes are on one side, as well as a long crate with a smaller one on top. You can now see that behind you were in fact, stairs going down.
Two large statues adorn the stage, but they are facing the audience and you can't make out details. The two standing flats seem to be of simple rural homes and one has a working door. The people are clearly arguing and not doing lines from any piece you know of.
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