The door enters and a man with a bald head wearing glasses, dressed in robes enters the tavern. As he takes a couple steps into the establishment he trips and falls. The scrolls in his right hand fly scatter across the floor in front of him. He scrambles to pick them up. A passing waitress stops to help. Thank you miss. After retrieving his scrolls he stands and scans the room. Irritated he states aloud. Where are they! They told me they'd be here! After a heavy sigh, he moves to an empty table and waits. As he looks around the room a flash of light blasts through the tavern. Twelve adventurers appear out of no where. The cleric, surprised by the new arrivals, flips back his chair, banging his head to the ground. Agggghhhh! After shaking his head to remove the cobwebs he turns to the group. I don't know what you have been doing. Please, we have little time...when you are ready...I have more information for you.
ooc: this is a continuation of the Mark of Trogdor.