Ashy said:
"No, no lad, not a'tall." Burrow beings to walk away, glancing at his map and then heading for the Festhall. "Come along if ya like, if not, may Knowledge an' fortune smile 'pon ya."
You start making your way to the festhall, and when you look back, the kobold is no longer in sight, having scampered off somewhere. [Burrow rolled Spot 17+10=27] However, a studied glance around shows his small form trailing you cautiously some distance behind, sticking close to the shadows, curiosity and distrust warring on his narrow reptilian face.
You find the
Festhall of Falling Coins easily enough, it being a massive two-story basalt structure sitting impressively amongst the ramshackle splendor (such as it is) of Upper Maygel. The gritty fumes from the nearby active volcanic spire coats everything in a fine layer of soot and ash, coloring the world red, black, and gray. In contrast, the light and sounds spilling from festhall doors seems almost golden, beckoning travelers to investigate.
Pushing the double doors open, you enter to find a vast, arching hall lit with hanging brazier and roaring fireplaces that keep the chill at bay. Placed centrally in front of the doors, where it will be sure to catch the most attention, is a large fountain that throws up a dazzling display of coins instead of water, lending the place its namesake. It is unguarded but oddly enough, no one tries to take a single jinx.
As you scan the crowds for someone who might point you in the direction of this 'Badurth' Rithonis mentioned, you notice a
very familiar group of people headed in your direction....