**Inside The Copper Cup**<br/><br/>The group that goes inside The Copper Cup is greeted in the large foyer by a tall, muscular man wearing a tabard made of alternating blue and yellow vertical stripes, pinching into a V-shape at the waist under a wide belt and continuing down to a pair of pants that matched them, and black leather boots (think of the Swiss Guards' uniform). He is wearing a masquerade mask that covers the top half of his face with large red feathers coming off of it. Hanging off the right side of his belt is a well-polished, studded club that has been painted the yellow of his suit.<br/><br/>The foyer itself seems to be a fairly simple room with marble floors and small alcoves set into the walls with paintings in them, most of which include at least one nude figure. Behind the man is a curtain, which according to Brace (and Wren's experience) leads into the main room of the festhall. To the left of the adventurers is a small room separated from the foyer by a chest-high counter and a set of bars with a space designed for passing items back and forth but not large enough to allow someone to hop over the counter and enter the room. The bars themselves appear to be painted gold.<br/><br/><strong>"Welcome to The Copper Cup,"</strong>the large man says in a deep voice.<strong>"Leave your equipment with the gentleman in the side room and then come back here for a patdown."</strong><br/><br/>On the other side of the counter, standing on a box, presumably, is a bald gnome in a brown suit coat with a white shirt and brown vest underneath, wearing large glasses. He appears to be in his late-middle age for a gnome, maybe between 125 and 150 years old.<br/><br/><strong>"Yes, yes? What have you got for me?"</strong>He reaches into a box and pulls out a tag with string laced through a punched hole and stamps the paper tag with a mechanical stamp that he dabs on an ink pad first. It stamps a number onto the tag and he looks up at the group of people in the foyer.<br/><br/><br/>**Outside The Copper Cup**<br/><br/>Those outside The Copper Cup are led into the shop across the street, a store that sells wines and spirits along with various types of specialty mugs and steins, and dried leaves of various plants and flavors for smoking as well as the whole range of smoking pipes, from simple corncob pipes to wood carved pipes to a few carved from ivory and bone, and for those who don't want a pipe, there is rolling paper, water pipes, and hookahs as well. The gray-haired old man that runs the shop, with a tobacco-stained beard and blue eyes, arcs an eyebrow and watches them as they enter but nods to Brace when he spots him.<br/><br/><strong>"We'll be out of your way before long, mate,"</strong>Brace says.<strong>"And gods-willing, I'll be back in the morning to pick up a bag or two of your fire-cured Tethyrian blend and a bottle of Firedrake,"</strong>Brace says.<br/><br/>That seems to satisfy the old man, who starts restocking his shelves with a cart loaded down with bottles and casks from his storeroom.