I've a few days off and desire to get to the fighting, so...
The party finds themselves standing before Aggravus Pinch in the TURTLEDOME!
The events before arriving here seem a blur, as if time were squeezed within a juicer, distilled, and consumed by an irate dwarven binge-alcoholic. You recall your meeting with Marco and his family, receiving their gratitude for saving their lives. You remember Drivan's familiar, its tummy swollen from countless treats, being petted by Marco's children. Then, there was the unveiling of the advertising materials--gaudy, brilliantly colored jackets, tabards, and hats, festooned with quills and dancing, glowing inks. You recall the righteous indignation of THE COAT! as Marco's wife offered a new jacket with the Dusty Quill logo to Emral and its demonstration of more than adequate ability to generate its own advertisements. Otherwise, the night was uneventful and restful. Breakfast was satisfying. On the walk to the TURTLEDOME! you caught a glimpse of Hadarai, still covered in bits of tar and feathers, scowling at your group and gesticulating with his middle digits in a most unpleasant fashion. Then, as you arrived before the maw of the great turtle, a harried public official presses some sort of official document in your hands. Finally, Mr. Pinch took you on a tour of the facilities and explained the upcoming event.
Unfortunately, you don't seem to recall a word he said...
Mr. Pinch turns to your group. "So, are there any questions?"
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