<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/qpwaHR3.jpg)</div>Martin's Shaken Ale was full-bodied and extra frothy, and if any of the guests didn't like it, that spoke more about their (lack of) taste than the quality of the Halfway House's brew. Freya the halfling server came by again, setting down more orders on the table.<strong>"A bottle of house red for the goblin lady... no, sister, stirring doesn't do anything, it's the shaking that makes it extra frothy!... and a saucer of milk for the cat! Aww, who's a good kitty?"</strong>She gave Lexara's pussy a pat and a scritch on the chin before leaving to serve other tables.<br/><br/>Unfortunately there was little time to enjoy their drinks before the tavern's door slammed open again. A flash of lightning lit up the horned silhouettes of three women, armed and armored, the crack of thunder muted in comparison to the oppressive footsteps of their steel boots as they strode inside the Halfway House like they owned the place. At the sight of their horns, the bustling and cheerful atmosphere inside the establishment died down, leaving behind a tense silence.<strong>"Dragonguards,"</strong>someone spit derisively from the safety and annonymity of the crowd.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Make a DC 10 Society check. On success your character knows:</div><div class="spoiler_body">The Dragonguards are Hrozenzi's official enforcers in humanoid lands, who do whatever they want with the authority of the law and answer to none but their draconic master. Made up entirely of beautiful women with draconic blood in their veins, the Dragonguards are rumored to serve a second role as Hrozenzi's concubines when the fancy strikes him.</div></div><br/><br/><strong>"Why the long faces? If you're a law-abiding citizen you have nothing to be afraid of. Unless, of course, you're harboring rebels!"</strong>one of the Dragonguards declared.<br/><br/>Freya foolishly spoke up,<strong>"There're no rebels here-"</strong><br/><br/><em>Slap!</em><br/><br/><strong>"Silence, bitch! I wasn't speaking to you."</strong>The Dragonguard didn't even look at the halfling she had sent sprawling to the floor with a backhanded slap of her gauntlet. She marched up to the bar, the other two following close behind.<strong>"You, elf. Where are the rebels? Speak!"</strong><br/><br/>Sharielle shook her head, and for her trouble got lifted in the air by her throat, choking.<strong>"Maybe <em>you</em> are one of the traitors?"</strong>the Dragonguard demanded, her grip squeezing even tighter around the bartender's throat.