The crowds were thick as they pushed their way through the corridors of Tarak, down a few staircases and ramps and just a little farther in from the Shaft.  The hubbub all around the Shaft was almost oppressive as the newcomers kept filtering out and up, into the rest of the city.  The entrance to the Blue Boggan was crowded, and they had to push their way inward.  Koh felt fingers at his clothes, but slapped the hands away effortlessly; amateur talent wasnât worth confronting, just reprimanding.  No one tried to pick Erinâs pockets, as her Clerical vestments marked her as both protected and near-destitute.<br/><br/>Jenna Mugmaker herself was tending bar to a house of mostly strangers, and the staff was bustling about, dodging through the crowd.  There was no space at the bar, and no free tables, and very little leaning-against-the-wall space.  The food going by on raised platters was down to fried mushroom caps that smelled barely done, and the noise was intense enough, the usual bard wasnât even bothering to play.  Not that there was any room on the stage, with the patrons sitting on the edge and milling about, mugs in hand.