The sweltering desert heat hit her the moment she arrived, even though they were indoors and in the shade. In fact, as they looked around, Atelia and the fiends found themselves in the dimly-- but magically lit-- basement of some sort of establishment, with a good deal of bustle going on upstairs, the sound of music and possibly dancing trickling down from above. The basement seems stocked with wine and water, which well-dressed female servers are carrying up the stairs for guests.<br/><br/>One male servant-- apparent by his formal attire, a scimitar at his side, but undrawn, approaches the quintet, smiling politely.<br/><br/>"Welcome, travelers. What is it you seek?"