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Message: <blockquote data-quote="simmo" data-source="post: 1371035" data-attributes="member: 9744">Part 4: A brief sojourn in Curstchapter 1 Undercover WoesThe Lecherous Leper was a run down tavern owned by a bitter tiefling who named his establishment after his wife who betrayed him. He frequently explained to new comers that he was still on speaking terms with his wife and that they were more than welcome to visit her, as she had been locked up in the attic of the tavern for the past ten years. Seated at various tables around common room was a small cluster of dwarves, a treachery of tieflings and an assortment of other people who had withdrawn in to darkened corners. The innkeeper charged Serena and her friends for rooms and drinks before they had said more than ten words and not wishing to argue they paid the money and found a quiet table far from the bar.After they'd sat down and stared at the cloudy liquid swirling inside the mugs brought by the sullen barmaid; the topic of conversation turned towards how best to disguise themselves. Littleby quietly wove a small enchantment that altered his appearance to look like an incredible ugly specimen of a dwarf. Serena decided upon pulling her cloak over her head and making use of the age old 'hacking cough routine'. Since the Luminous Ones had never met Malkir, he decided against disguising himself.After staring at the cloudy liquid in their mugs for awhile longer, they quietly got up and left the Lecherous Leper to go to the tavern next door. Stepping in to the Quartered Man was not a vast improvement over the tavern that they had just come from and this place seemed to be filled with even more angry and bitter-looking patrons who huddled together at various tables whispering conspiracies and plotting schemes of revenge.Almost all of the tables were full up, except for a table close to the bar which only had one man sitting next to it. As they walked through the tavern they began to understand why this table was almost empty and how the owner of the tavern, Abascis the Sweaty, got his name. The barkeep refused to serve Malkir muttering aloud: “We don't serve your kind.” Which drew confused looks from the others as there were a number of humans in the bar. However, they quickly purchased drinks that looked almost palatable and sat down at the table closest to the bar.After looking around at the other tables in the bar, Serena spotted the table with the agents of the Luminous Ones and carefully pointed it out to the others. Seated at that table was a tall, striking human woman with long dark robes and wearing a symbol of a black sunburst around her neck. Next to her sat a handsome half-elf dressed in tight-fitting black clothing. He amused himself by making a gold coin jump between the knuckles of his hands and flashing the barmaids a dazzlingly wicked smile every time that they came past.Next to the half-elf was a moody looking human woman wearing expensive scale mail armour and a blood stained curved blade on her lap. Her helmet, shaped like a leering face, lay on the table in front of her and she was busy talking to it, listing all the woes and troubles in her life. Finally next to her sat a dwarf wearing armour covered entirely in short spikes, who was sharpening his axe with slow, deliberate strokes. As he did so he gave each of the others a long hate-filled stare, which twisted his face in to hideous savagery.Caleb was still looking around at different tables, not having picked up on the fact that everyone else was busy staring at just one table.“We have some Luminous Ones nearby,” said Serena quietly from the depth of her hooded cloak.“WHERE?” asked a confused Caleb who was still looking around at different tables.</blockquote>

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