There is no sun. Its an odd thing to wake up and realize the sun is gone from your day to day life. This is one of many small changes the party will face as they rouse themselves from the small beds in the tight packed room. As they brush by each other gathering their things from the rented room of the Lamp Post, each of them feels off. The day before they were traveling across the land employed as guards to a caravan. Today they are stuck in a death trap of a dungeon that is neigh impossible to leave. Miraculously, they have made a sort of piece with the situation they are stuck in, residing themselves to venture down into the depths of this dungeon in hopes of finding a way out. Yet the dungeon isn’t an easy thing to traverse…They found that out the hard way when facing off with some vicious and hungry kobolds down on floor two. This was going to be difficult.
The party moves down the wooden stairs of the tavern to the tap room proper. They sit at an empty table and order food and drink to try and bolster their constitution for what the new day brings. As the motley crew sits there silently eating and drinking a figure approaches them and puts a leg up on one of the tables benches, striking a pose. “Hail and well met friends” The figure says with a over the top chipper attitude. The party looks up from the food to see an odd looking fellow. He stands about 5’9” with pale reddish skin. A pair of horns curl back from his forehead and twist through his short choppy raven locks. His outfit is a jaunting mismatch of colors. Tie on sleeves with every color of the rainbow attach loosely to a shiny blue and green doublet that clashes horribly with the mans skin tone. His pants are a beaten up brown with patches over the knees that sit just a bit too snug on his frame. A dark maroon half cape is draped over his shoulder, all in all he is quite an eye sore for so early in the morning. He slaps his knee propped on the bench with a gloved hand. “Well now you lot look as miserable as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs” He smiles a toothy grin, his k9s points add a bit of malice to the smile. “Never you fear though lads there is always tomorrow. Keep a stiff upper lip and the like.” He begins to sit down and flips his cape back over his shoulder as he does so. “My name is Achiel. Bard by trade. I travel up and down these damned floors spreading tales of valor and heroics as I go.” He removes his gloves and takes a few choice dates from the plate in the middle of the table. Finally, Anaki breaks from the groups baffled staring and asks. “Can we help you?” the horned headed man smiles while chewing his pilfered date. “No, but perhaps I can help you. I see few new faces in this place. So that means you’ve either come to this place willingly or by someone else’s design. Yet either way you are here…..and I’m guessing you want out.” He pops the other date into his mouth. Ulfgar sits up straighter. “Ov course ve vant out of this damned place…ever thing is out of sorts here.” He replies while stroking through his thick red beard. The party nod in agreement of the dwarf’s statement. Zyr the centaur moves around the tables edge closer to the bard. “So…how can you help?” A grin spreads across the face of the bard known as Achiel. “How can I help?” He says putting a hand to his chest in mock shock and surprise. “well you see….I have heard a way out of this place…a door……down on floor SIXTY!”