OOC - I'm back! Really. I swear.
*Fluke leads the rest of the group through town until they reach a relatively new stone building on the edge of town. A huge chimney on one side of the building is going strong, and on top of the building you see a hint of glass. A three-story tower projects up from the back of the building, decorated with several hideous gargoyals. Fluke leads you to a sturdy wooden door bound with steel in the front of the building. A heavy brass doorknocker in the shape of a dragon's head leers at you all. Knowing what's going to happen next, Fluke steps to the side and knocks.*
*A few moments later the door swings open with frightening aclarity, enough to have blackened the eye or bloodied the nose of anyone standing too close. The person opening the door is a woman of average height with flaming red locks pulled back severely. She wears dull robes of sturdy canvas and leather, much stained with various substances, and eaten away in some places by some unguessable substance. She is slender and fine-boned, and may have been pretty if it wasn't for the thoroughly annoyed expression on her face.*
"WHAT?!" she roars in a hoarse voice, then checks herself when she sees Fluke. "Oh, it's you. Who are they?" she says rudely, pointing to the rest of the group. Fluke knows this is about par for the course when dealing with Keylaran.
*Fluke leads the rest of the group through town until they reach a relatively new stone building on the edge of town. A huge chimney on one side of the building is going strong, and on top of the building you see a hint of glass. A three-story tower projects up from the back of the building, decorated with several hideous gargoyals. Fluke leads you to a sturdy wooden door bound with steel in the front of the building. A heavy brass doorknocker in the shape of a dragon's head leers at you all. Knowing what's going to happen next, Fluke steps to the side and knocks.*
*A few moments later the door swings open with frightening aclarity, enough to have blackened the eye or bloodied the nose of anyone standing too close. The person opening the door is a woman of average height with flaming red locks pulled back severely. She wears dull robes of sturdy canvas and leather, much stained with various substances, and eaten away in some places by some unguessable substance. She is slender and fine-boned, and may have been pretty if it wasn't for the thoroughly annoyed expression on her face.*
"WHAT?!" she roars in a hoarse voice, then checks herself when she sees Fluke. "Oh, it's you. Who are they?" she says rudely, pointing to the rest of the group. Fluke knows this is about par for the course when dealing with Keylaran.