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Message: <blockquote data-quote="SeaPainter" data-source="post: 4736870" data-attributes="member: 79349">[sblock=assumptions]I'm assuming (and as a result making an @$$ of you and umption) that everyone has probably peeked at the map from Hoofchew by now, so you'll know the general layout of the room. The real question is... is your DM so lazy that he would engineer a combat encounter that doesn't require him to make his own map?[/sblock]Ribeye falls in behind your group as you make your way into the main room. The interior appears to be in better shape than the building's exterior... of course that may not be saying much. The rooms seems to have several hastily cleaned, bloody smears... most of them including drag marks that lead out the back. There is also a great deal of fire damage behind the bar, and around the room in general... which still smells faintly of roast pork, even over the smell of drunken dwarf.  It isn't hard to tell that the Redboots have been partying hard for, at least, several days... if not over a week. There are dwarves, and a few halflings & short humans, in varying stages of inebriation all over the place... from sitting at the scorched bar or dancing some sort of drunken-shuffle riverdance, to passed out at tables or under the stairs. An exhausted barwench spilling ale & foam from a tray filled with mugs, hands one off to Ribeye and offers them to your group as well. The dwarf continues to lead the group past the revelry to the stairs, and tosses the bone from his haunch of 'meat' to a dog laying at their base (He then commences to wipe off his greasy fingers on its coat as it chews). He looks back to insure he's still being followed, before starting up the stairs. Either a very large dwarf (or a very short, bearded ogre) is standing watch at the head of the stairs, but he steps back to allow your procession to pass. The second floor is much cleaner & better organized than the one below, both the area and the people in it. There are archers and crossbowmen posted at the windows, and they seem to be quite serious and quite sober. The only other person up here already is a very important-looking dwarf, and he appears to be that "da Boss" person everyone keeps mentioning. He stands from his table, and approaches you with a meaty hand outstreched in greeting... "Hey there! Name's Kargyll... Kargyll Redboot, and I hear ye've been askin' around about Dennis. Now what would make ya do that?"</blockquote>

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