Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20180307023000/@comment-28718853-20180325095211

As Reby gets herself dressed, the music has now died down completely, replaced with frantic yelling. "What in the Demon Lord's name?" Octavia wonders as she takes the potion, slips on her clothes and moves over to the door. She opens it and peeks out, and if Reby was to poke her head out into the hallway, she would see that many of the patrons have abandoned their drinks and were gathered around someone whose view was obstructed by the crowd with faces of concern, confusion, or downright drunkenness, and that it was only one person yelling.

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Despoina notices the trio approaching and her eyes widen at the two Hellhounds' minor injuries. Nevertheless, she maintains her composure and says, "Oh wonderful, you ladies made it back! We were just talking to this Weresheep who claims to have escaped an Order caravan and watched two large fireballs destroy it.  Did you see one such caravan?"

"Yes, we did see an Order caravan. One that was completely wrecked and burnt," says Xinderas. "See see see!?" the Weresheep shouts as she points a finger at Xinderas.

"Seems like your adventure got a little rough," Lumbre says as she observes the cuts and bruises on both Hellhounds.