Moving quickly back down the stairs you enter the main Masque area and work your way toward the concealed door. The fur clad fellow trying to restore order to the Masque is obviously keeping an eye on the door.
"Stop, That's a restricted area!" The man calls in a thick northern accent. He prods one of the Ogres in your direction and continues on with a distraught guest, while eyeing your suspeciously.
OOC: I've been having internet troubles at home most likely related the buy out of TimeWarner by Comcast this month in our area. I don't know if I'll be able to post before Monday or not.
OOC: The hosts of the party are not generally known. In your early investigations it appeared that a mysterious figure known as the Sea Sorcerer could be responsible.
Scott, OCC - Sorry, was waiting for input from Rook and also been a little down in the dumps, not feel like posting. I will be making a trip to Memphis/Jonesboro for Thanksgiving. Maybe we could do lunch/dinner on either the flight in or out?
Radoon will use his best bluff and intimidate rolls, and say, "I don't think you really want to stop us." Radoon will quick draw two daggers as he says this.