The Changing Hunt

"Oh fucking hell..." moans Gunnar as he starts floating. "There is no way this the way Gunnar Broad of the Mror Holds and Mrak of the Demon Wastes meet their demise! Come on Mrak, we got this!"

Raelyn goes in, but he struggles to get out of the center of the spherical room. He says, "Damn this air! It is keeping me in place!

"Can any of you help?"

Mrak attempts to throw Raelyn a length of rope.

The rope goes down, and Raelyn grabs it, and uses it to help him climb out. "Thank you for helping me."After some crawling, the gravity shifting gradually around the tunnel as you crawl, you come to a manhole cover. You push it open and appear in a dark room with crates and barrels all over.

Above the dark room you are all in, you hear the buzz of many people eating, drinking, and being merry. There is music and entertainment up there.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm floating but that was the first time I've actually floated," Ghillie said. "And we're in a tavern basement? Appropriate."

Do I have any sense of where in the city we are?

"I believe the sphere the Kevin is carrying offered to guide us if we care to utilize its services, although I have my doubts about it’s many thousand year old knowledge of the area being of any use. I suggest that I try to scout out the exit to this storage room." Alin opens the hood to the everbright lantern slightly to find the door "Let me try to peek outside quietly"

"Awkwardly, this leads to a bar, behind the bar itself. It is quite busy so there is no chance of sneaking in. I suggest we attempt somewhat of a truth and one of us exits to tell them that we were unexpectedly transported into the store room via some unknown magics and we will leave without question, or stay and purchase some drinks for ourselves if they permit…" Alin smiles strangely in the muted everbright glow of their lantern "I am fairly adept at convincing people, be it truth or lie, and am willing to attempt this if everyone agrees."

The truth is always a good place to start. Mrak frowned thoughtfully. Best you go out there and talk to them Alin.

"By all means, Alin. And if you have trouble, let me know. Fuldmåne is fairly adept at convincing people too! Bwahaha!"

"I say we all go out, beg pardon for taking a wrong turn, and walk out while the bartenders are confused."

"It might be useless at this range but I can try to cloak us... at least slightly," the druid offered.

Alin opens the door again and slips out into the bar, they don’t close the door completely so the others can hear. Alin will try to gently get a bartenders attention, by stepping into view and showing empty hands, both raised to chest level.

"Excuse me, I know my appearance is a bit of a surprise, but my friends and I have found ourselves magicked into your fine establishment to our shock. I do beg your pardon and ask that no ruckus be raised. We would like to purchase some drinks and then be on our way if that is amenable?". Alin smiles meekly looking the bartender in the eyes.

Gunnar listens in from behind cover in case Alin's negotiations turn hostile, but he sees that he has the situation under control.

"Wow, Alin is smooth. He could sell a glass of water to a drowning man."