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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Krago o'the Mountain" data-source="post: 2521748" data-attributes="member: 34882">(OOC: In response to the desires of the majority, I'm advancing the action to the Drunken Morkoth Inn.  However, please feel free to continue role-playing the discussion as to the meaning of Jenya's riddle for as long as you wish.)With directions obtained from the good folk of the St. Cuthbertine Church, the Drunken Morkoth Inn is not difficult to find.  The stroll down Obsidian Avenue is easy enough, even on a rather miserable evening such as this one.  There are few people out and about, just a handful of hurried locals, rushing to complete their business before retiring to a warmer and drier locale.The party does pass by a patrol of the city watch: five men wearing breastplates emblazoned with the emblem of a watchful eye wreathed in flames.  They carry halberds, short swords, and shortbows in a relaxed-but-ready fashion.  The patrol's sergeant looks on vigilantly as the two groups cross paths, and he gives a courteous nod of greeting.  Apparently, bands of adventurers are not an uncommon sight in Cauldron.The Drunken Morkoth is easily spotted both by the cheerful lantern glow shining from its windows and the comical sign perched above its entrance.  Upon the sign, a cartoonishly painted fish-like monstrosity lolls drunkenly about on the surface of a large body of water, as several empty beer mugs float all around it.Inside, the Inn is pleasantly warm and clean, with a high bar counter and solid-looking wooden tables and chairs comprising the furnishings.  The inn looks to be having a rather slow night (again, probably due to the weather), but there are a few patrons...a mix of merchants and locals from the look of them.  Some are eating a late dinner, but most just look to be nursing a drink and chatting.  One middle-aged woman waits tables, while a thin balding man tends bar.  The woman notices the party's entrance and calls out, "Have a seat where you like, I'll be right over."Actions?</blockquote>

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