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Message: <blockquote data-quote="SelcSilverhand" data-source="post: 3224606" data-attributes="member: 30016">Inside the bar is as bizarre a place as you've ever seen. Monstrous races of all types stand or sit around tables throughout the building. There is a stage at one end where a massive drum has been set up. Two hobgoblins stripped down to loincloths wield hammers as they pound out a rhythm that shakes your bones. Above you in the rafters hideous harpies jostle and screech as they bicker over the best perches. Near the front is a wide bar manned by half a dozen goblins who are busy tapping kegs and pouring drinks. Next to the bar is a wide doorway leading to a kitchen. From the kitchen a stream of goblins move in and out carrying platters of food to the tables. There is a massive chopping block to one side where a muscular bugbear is busy butchering a carcass with a cleaver. A small crowd of scrawny goblins stand nearby where they can dart in to snag bits of food that fall off the block. when you make your way to the bar a jagged-toothed female goblin carrying a tankard screeches at you in a voice that could make your hair curl. "WHAT YOU EAT?" Indicating that you only want a drink for now she pours three cups from a large keg barrel. With your drinks in hand you make your way around the bar, looking for someone that might be able to help you. Suddenly there is a wail of pain from the direction of the chopping block. One of the bolder goblins tried to snatch a morsel from the top of the block but the butcher was too fast for it. The goblin pulls his arm back cradling a stub where his hand used to be. The patrons of the bar laugh uproariously at the sight. The bugbear butcher scrapes the table with his blade sending the chopped up bits of meat, and one goblin hand, into a waiting bucket that is carried back into the kitchen. Turning back to the work of getting the directions you need, you find most of the locals don't want to speak with you. Some bare fangs and warn you off, others take the offered drinks but tell you nothing useful in return. The only thing you've managed to glean is that the shop is close by. Things changed however when you found a table to discuss what to do next with your comrades. A figure drops from the ceiling and lands with a thump in front of you. One of the harpies who was perched above grins, revealing a row of sharpened teeth, as she approaches your table. Her skin is scaly around her feet and hands like a bird, and stretched tight over muscle and bone elsewhere. Her hair is dark colored but crusted with blood and dirt. She speaks with a low hissing voice, "You sseek blood yess? Sspecial blood. Blood from a dragon, a Wounded Dragon yess? You pay, I take you."</blockquote>

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