"Best be careful... in a year or so, you might find all the dwarven men wearing military uniforms as formal wear. Which... actually, might not be a bad thing. Though I don't think anyone here has the proper figure to pull off this."<br/><br/>The opera house looked fairly unimpressive from the outside, mostly because it's built into a wall of the cavern, but inside, the massive, bowl-shaped room was clearly formed, originally, by natural erosion, before being put to better use, the natural acoustics of the chamber perfectly designed that even a whisper can be heard on the stage, from any seat in the house. They're escorted to their seats by a tuxedo-wearing dwarf, who bows deeply, and informs them that he will be their waiter, today, offering them both a menu before unobtrusively slipping away, to greet other arriving VIPs. They're still relatively early, so the hall is slowly filling, as they take their seats. "I must say, that object you protected has quite the storied history, if even a third of those notes are true."