Caerwyn, Shai, Talashia, and Buurt (OOC: I think that's everyone) approach the building together. A wooden placard hangs from rusted iron rings attached to a rotting post. The lettering, faded and weathered, identifies the place as the Crimson Dagger, and a misshapen dagger is carved into the wood between the words. Before Talashia can suggest that the sign could use a it of sprucing up, Caerwyn opens the door.
The scene inside is familiar: a swelling crowd full of spirit (and spirits!). Fortunately, the staff here seem more than capable of handling such a crowd, and the place seems to be in order despite excitement.
Buurt doesn't take long to notice the over-muscled half-orc standing ominously in the corner, apparently overseeing the place. His many scars and broken tusk suggest that he's seen more than his share of battles in this place.
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Shazi flies overhead as Rogash and Uulark lead Dyspeer through the darkening alleyways in search of a nearby sewer entrance. One is found, finally, though probably farther away than desired. As Rogash prepares the proclamation that the search has ended, Dyspeer perks his ears at the sound of a whistling. As the others turn to see, a guardsman turns into the alley, flipping a shiny new silver coin.
"Oh, you again," he says, obviously startled to see you. Then, almost as an afterthought, he puts his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"What're you doin' back here, anyway?"
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OOC: IG, how do you want to work this with us splitting up the party?
I've been waiting WEEKS for the chance to make your life a living hell!!
Really, you too?
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