Those inside the Shard hear a rumbling from outside that gets louder and louder over a few seconds. It suddenly stops right outside the doors with something like a blended roar and squeal with a light grinding of metal. A few sparks are visible flying across the threshold. The glowing spirit a of bear walks through the doors, accompanied by a large hound. Both seem to be made of molten onyx or obsidian, but without the associated heat, smoke or screaming that usually comes with these kind of creatures walking into a bar.
The warforged bartender making his rounds through the tables, pats the bear spirit on the head and indicates an empty large corner table. The bear chuffs at the living construct and looks back over her shoulder at the door before leading the rock dog under the table. Brews heads over to the door where voices can now be heard coming from outside. As he pulls one of the matched saloon style doors open inward, an obsidian black hand comes over the top of the other and opens that one outward. "Right this way fellas. Don't hit the base on the door frame here." An utterly tiny goliath woman backs through the wide double doors, less than 6 feet tall, waving her arms as she guides others toward the door. Her craggy, obsidian hide is broken occasionally with slightly glowing red crystaline formations that pulse in time with her heartbeat. A small symbol also glows red, just above her impressive cleavage. She has long crimson hair worn in braids pulled back in a large ponytail, and wears a little maroon leather outfit that accentuates all the right curves. She turns to the animal that came in just before her. "Gretta go sit with Olaf until I bring in my stuff, and don't let anyone mess with it." The molten dog trots happily out from under the table and outside with her nasty looking tongue hanging out the side of her mouth, and heads out through the open doors.
"Brewsey old chum it's finally done! I sold its internals as spell components to pay for it to be stuffed and mounted, and for the protective wards on it. It should look great next to the hearth!" Behind her, 2 men push a floating pedestal through the doors carrying something under a tarp. "You wanted it on the right side of the large fireplace right Brews?" A cloaked Dwarf enters behind the movers and takes Brew's hand warmly. She follows the bartender to the spot and begins to scribe powerful wards around the spot where the pedestal will set, leaving a the last stroke of each blank. Rohna indicates the placement to the movers with the warforge's help and the pedestal lowers to the ground soundlessly in perfect position inside the warding runes. A crowd of citizens had apparently been following the strange assemblage through town and had been trickling in while the package was being placed. The group includes several guild mages, dignitaries and warriors of note.
Brews indicates the tarp with a deferential sweep of his hand to the littlest goliath. She smiles and gently pulls the tarp away revealing the professionally mounted trophy of a black, winged reptile with a skeletal face framed by large, down-swept horns. "Patrons of the Shard and citizens of Sharn. I present to you, the Black Dragon. The first dragon to be killed inside the city in an age." She gives a signal to the house Kundarak master warder who adds the final glyphs. A force field arcs up from the ring of devastatingly powerful sigils to encase the trophy against any type of vandalism or theft for all time. The dwarf rises from placing the last sigil, her brow covered in beads of sweat from the exertion. "That ward will outlast portions of the city I'd say. You have the thanks of house Kundarak for choosing us for all your warding needs." She casts a loving eye to the ward as it fades from sight into the stones of the floor, then pulls a rabbit out of her robe by its ears. "Ready to test it?" She moves a few steps back and, to the horror of the crowd, throws the rabbit at full force into the ward. But instead of the rabbit bursting into flame, or splattering on the side of a wall of force, as the animal passes the plain of the ward it vanishes and comes flying back out as if it had been thrown from the other side. The dwarf catches the flying fluffy test missile and holds it up unharmed to the crowd. Rohna leans over to Brews as the rabbit is shown to be uninjured. "I thought that one would be better than an explodey type ward." The bartender nodding approval. After many sighs of relief the crowd cheers and moves up to get a closer look at the fearsome beast. Brews bustles around happy for all the new paying clients the trophy has attracted.
Rohna walks back outside a moment before returning with her pack and massive spiked hammer over her shoulder. The molten dog is trotting beside her as heads over to the table in the corner that has the faintly glowing spirit bear underneath it. A deep snorting sound can be heard coming from outside as people come and go through the Shard's doors. Anyone that looks sees a giant dire boar in full plate armor tied to the hitching post.
