NOW LIVE! Today's the day you meet your new best friend. You don’t have to leave Wolfy behind... In 'Pets & Sidekicks' your companions level up with you!

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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Express" data-source="post: 1647194" data-attributes="member: 19166">Enter the Dragoneye (cont')The cure wounds potion helped my pain; Bynara and Dorbo were revived. Neither looked to have been seriously wounded. The half orc opened the door and motioned us out. I could tell Bynara felt naked without any weapons; Dorbo missed his potion bag.The other room was a bar; a better term would be saloon. It was large and packed with people hunched around small tables. A band played music off in the corner. The smell of booze, cheap perfume, and sweat filled the air. We negotiated our way around a pack of dancing couples and went up some stairs that were above the bar.The place was rather garish, with red painted walls with fake gold gilt. There were no windows, and I noticed just one door made of iron; there a grumpy dwarf sat with a war hammer at his side. Whenever someone knocked at the door, the dwarf slid a small panel to reveal an eyeslit. Through this he communicated with the knocker. This set up looked familiar.I soon realized the kind of set-up it was.We were sheparded down a corridor at the top of the stairs. Small rooms led off the corridor. Behind velvet beaded curtains I could see scantily dressed women of various races sitting in these rooms. Most of the women busy were entertaining men. Bynara turned back to me to scowl, Dorbo smirked. Despite our situation I had to chuckle too.We stopped at a green door at the end of the corridor. Half orc knocked and a voice commanded us to enter.Behind the desk sat The Boss: a thickly muscled dwarf, with dark hair a short beard and florid face. He had an eyepiece in his left eye and was inspecting a ring. A sombre looking gnome in grey stood next to him, holding a scale. The dwarf squinted up at us and smiled. “Take a seat-be witcha ina moment.” He looked back down at the ring, finished his inspection and handed the ring to the gnome. “Tell him ok.” Bowing, the gnome left.The dwarf got up and came to the front of the desk where he sat on the edge, like a kindly uncle.He was dressed in a black silk shirt, with a lurid purple waistcoat and pants. He even dressed like a pimp. I also noticed he had well manicured, shiny fingernails. His pinkie nails were long and cut like a talon. I never understood that affectation.The dwarf studied us.“Glad to see you're up. Sorry bout my boys, but they was just bein’, what you say, thorough. I’m Villovak Runek, ahh but everyone calls me Redblock, this is my joint.”</blockquote>

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