You manage to keep your "party" quiet long enough to creep up to the end of the tunnel and peer out into the darkness... and find yourself faced with a very unusual sight. The room ahead is<em>filled</em>with gremlins, all around a massive table spread with easily fifteen casks of liquor... all of which have been sufficiently dipped into, judging by the heavy whiskey smell permeating the air.<br/><br/>Stranger still (for you, anyway) is that these things don't seem to realize that you're coming. Not just that you're sneaking, mind; from the look and sound of it, these things are stuck in some kind of debate. Fists shake furiously, and ugly little fights break out every odd minute or so... usually ending in the death of one of the fighters. Whenever this happens, big brutish gremlins calmly walk up and begin to cannibalize the fallen, essentially acting as the room's janitorial crew.<br/><br/>((perception please!))