(IC) DND 3.5 Enter Planescape

[Neurotic]

Bimble

For half a second, Bimble is taken back to happier times when he was surrounded by gnomes, that would, often when intoxicated but many times when not, partake with farting sound competitions using ghost sounds. I may end up telling him that I can also cast spells, but not yet, I need to see if he is trustworthy Bimble thinks to himself. He pets Roa, and asks "So where is the night market?

"We go away from the foundries and The Gate going down the curve on the main bend. When the air goes from the smell of hot metal to damp rot, when people stop meeting your eyes, you're in The Hive. It will take 10 minutes or so as The Lady wills it. We go with the flow, people know where the market is. When you hear haggling we're there."
Luke looks at them
"The navigation doesn't work here as you expect. Follow the landmarks, they rarely change. Also a warning. Do NOT draw weapons first. Ever. On the market, don't ask for prices aloud. And whatever else you do, don't touch anything that hums, it is magic, planar, alive, cursed...or all of the above."