The Chaosmen pick up their toys and go home, barkling in scramblespeak as they go. They don't all leave at once, or in the same direction, but it seems like the moment has gone. They leave the [roll0] copper coins behind, sitting on the cobbles for anyone to help themselves.
The entrance to The Jilted Planes is marked by an arrow, drawn in charcoal, pointing down the stairs.
The uneven stone steps leading down to the bar are soaking wet, smelling strongly of soap. A few shoots of black razorvine, with its heart-shaped leaves, are beginning to protrude from the cracks to either side of the stairs, but it looks like some aggressive pruning has been done, and recently.
There are two doors at the bottom: to one side, a wooden door, from behind which emanates a cozy ambiance of tankards clunking and ale sopping the floor, some light conversation and occasional profanity. The other, set into the brickwork facing the stairs, is a metal portcullis, locked and chained, leading down into the dark and damp of Undersigil.
A cranium rat watches Eurid descending the stairs with far too knowing a look.
Suddenly, it flees into a drainpipe. The door opens, and a few red-faced labourers totter out, arm in arm.