"That sounds acceptable to me... I suppose."<br/><br/>The redheaded human follows Alaedra in, her eyes roaming over the drow in approval. She remains reasonably alert of her surroundings, however, and merely gives a good once-over.<br/><br/>Beyond the door, there is a very large room. There are a number of potplants, with bright green leaves, somewhat surprising considering no other plantlife has been seen in Dis so far. There is also the noticeboard, as well as several chairs, all of which are currently unoccupied. At the other end of the room, there is a long counter, with a full dozen filing cabinets behind, and a large crate. A creature resembling a white, weedy looking corpse of a gargoyle is leaning back in a chair, oversized eyes shut, hands folded upon its belly. That clearly isn't tea, however at any rate, the little sign standing on the counter naturally says:<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Century Gothic Bold;">Out to tea. Please inquire with Class 3B</span><br/><br/>It even has the most insidiously annoying picture of a cheerful looking fiend ever imagined. Merely looking at it for a few seconds, long enough to read the message, causes Alaedra's blood to boil, however if she wishes, she can hold it back.<br/>(Passed a saving throw against a "Rage" spell from the sign, but you can choose to fail it and gain the benefits and penalties)<br/><br/>A fiend, female in form, with fins instead of ears, pale eyes, and a light green skin colour, sits upon the floor in the middle of the room, looking at the two as though just daring them to inquire. Even hunched over on the floor, she still towers above both, and couldn't possibly fit standing up.<br/><br/>The human shrugs.<br/><br/>"Well, I owe you the favour I suppose. You can join in any time, I won't be offended."<br/><br/>She walks over to the large monster, rather tentatively.<br/><br/>"Excuse me, I am here to fight you."<br/><br/>With that, she reaches for her sabre, drawing it just as the fiend splits into two. It looks like a rather awkward split, with tentacles and vines peeling apart from a tangle, but they then close over, forming two of the fiend, each about ten feet tall standing up. And the game is on.<br/><br/>((I understand. There's only so much one can do about a door. I'm giving you the chance to react here, but there's no actual obligation to help her out.))