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The building actually looks decent on the inside, excepting the occasional hole in the wall from fighting. Red booted dwarves, along with a few other races in red boots go about their business throughout the two story facility. Ribeye leads you through the lower room to a set of stairs, talking as he walks, Don'cha call me short, scaly, and there are more'n dwarves in da Red Boots. He stops short of the stairway, where a very large dwarf (or maybe a short bearded ogre?) stands guard.
The moment allows the party to take in the room, there was apparently a fire here at some point, but repairs seem to be all but completed. A large dog sleeps at the bottom of the stairs, several large ham bones chewed to shreds around his bed.
The stairwell guard steps out of Ribeye's way, allowing the party access to the upstairs. The second floor is clean and organized, almost all signs of the fire are cleaned away. The Red Boots on this floor are of a more serious demeanor than the jovial fellows bellow. Crossbowmen and Archers line the windows, eyes focused on the outside world. A larger dwarf in well-oiled armor approaches the party, a muscled hand available to anyone who will shake it. Hey there! Names Kargyll, Kargyll Redboot, your the folks the temple hired to handle that shadow creature they let escape?
Only one person in the room isn't wearing red boots, other than the party, a half-elf, leaning against a support beam.
The moment allows the party to take in the room, there was apparently a fire here at some point, but repairs seem to be all but completed. A large dog sleeps at the bottom of the stairs, several large ham bones chewed to shreds around his bed.
The stairwell guard steps out of Ribeye's way, allowing the party access to the upstairs. The second floor is clean and organized, almost all signs of the fire are cleaned away. The Red Boots on this floor are of a more serious demeanor than the jovial fellows bellow. Crossbowmen and Archers line the windows, eyes focused on the outside world. A larger dwarf in well-oiled armor approaches the party, a muscled hand available to anyone who will shake it. Hey there! Names Kargyll, Kargyll Redboot, your the folks the temple hired to handle that shadow creature they let escape?
Only one person in the room isn't wearing red boots, other than the party, a half-elf, leaning against a support beam.
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