<strong>Tagging:</strong>Sparrow, Thogstein, Anahita, and Lauralan & Nastara can still arrive if you guys contact me.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/d4fb3bf7-4bea-40c1-8062-a79c2d1a05a1/db2mllx-335965de-18b9-4251-b084-82edc1802cfc.jpg/v1/fill/w_1024,h_683,q_75,strp/fa__marine_guard_bartender_by_dinmoney_db2mllx-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9NjgzIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvZDRmYjNiZjctNGJlYS00MGMxLTgwNjItYTc5YzJkMWEwNWExXC9kYjJtbGx4LTMzNTk2NWRlLTE4YjktNDI1MS1iMDg0LTgyZWRjMTgwMmNmYy5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9MTAyNCJ9XV0sImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl19.oN7BMmYTKU4NSedgkC82eRn1mGftPvkqKB2Isus1dQA)</div>After Sparrow helped Lampa recover a slice of her memories and Thog claimed official ownership of Anahita (and likely did some clothes or armor shopping), the party gathers at the Pit Before Anus. Days and weeks spent in the humid jungles of the Anus had nearly washed away the memory of how actual real taverns looked like. It's packed with people laughing loud and shouting over each other. A bard lady-boy dances on one table in skimpy silks, but still far more prudish than even the most casual outfit those who ventured in the Anus ever saw anyone wear down there. Still, the tiefling tries his best, blows kisses and spanks himself playfully with his pink tail.<br/><br/>The party has secured a cubicle on the second level with a view on the dancing, the counter, and the little oil wrestling cage at the back with groups of dwarf and half-orc surrounding it, shouting at each other. From the ceiling hang the bones of a dragon re-purposed as a chandelier. Its bony mouth is open towards the party's table with a wide if silent<em>rawr</em>.<br/><br/>A slightly mopy tavern wench with a slave collar and a hair of tentacles walks up to the table with a tray of at least fifty shots of something black. "Hi," she speaks, not very enthusiastically. "Did you guys order the Demon Fire? Yes? No? Maybe?" The wench groaned, adjusting her shoulder in an attempt to keep a strap from slipping off.<br/><br/>There's a loud cheer from below! Dancer boy too pauses wiggling his but as a mustached gentle-sir with a cloak, top hat, and all the hallmarks of a swindler speaks. "Is true, yes, all the rumors. I too did return from the vicious clutches of the Anus. Behold my collection of trinkets and baubles, from the very bowels of the abominable pit!" His cloak fluttered open, revealing itself to be lined with a collection of dildos and vaguely sex related objects. "This one? It's the cock of a satyr, and that the pussy-flower of a real life dryad. I fucked both right off of their owners, I did, but you won't believe the story behind this..." He conjured a three headed floppy thing that could not by any godly right be anyhow related to anything sexy. The man's story branched off into wondrous visions and vistas, of encounters with creatures and things that only vaguely resembled those the party had encountered. The octo-girl sighed, though most of the patrons seemed enthralled, absolutely captivated by this rare specimen that was a survivor of Anus.<br/><br/>Carol - the moth formerly known as Lampa - kept her hand on Sparrow's thigh, cuddling her breasts into his arm. She was still a little off wit her feelers bobbing about, clearly processing the events of the day, and uncovered memories. "Is it really alright if I order something as well?" Carol asked, smiling, still awkward about accepting all this help from her hero. "I should really start repaying my debt, l-like a slave repays to a master." The hand slide a little further along his inner thigh, squeezed.<br/><br/><strong>Adventurers, you've regrouped (sorta) at a local tavern. There's tavern stuff going on and you have a whole bunch of coin as well as this moth girl still clinging to you. How do you want to plan your celebrations, and your next dive for that sweet sweet kingdom and glory?</strong>