Episode One: New Taste

Everyone is silent as you swing the blade, you feel time begin to slow from the adrenaline and collective anticipation. Your strike effortlessly glides through the air, separating cap from bottle in one smooth motion. No one says a word as they watch caps fly through the air, clinking against the counter top where the bottles remain perfectly still, making that familiar *pssht* noise of cracking one open.

"Holy shit!!" "How'd you do that?!" "Dammit I was joking guys!!" The crowd erupts in cheering and hollering, even the quiet goblins contribute to the racket. You receive a hearty pat on the back from one of the orcs while a tiefling looks quite worriedly, his friends informing him he can't back out of his promise. No one will quite be able to explain how such a feat was possible, by all accounts it doesn't make sense.

"Impressive, where you from stranger?" Asks the bartender, examining the caps with intrigue.

He props the sword back on the stand, chuckling at your question. "Oh if only, it would fetch a hefty sum..." He wistfully stares at it. "But I ain't allowed to part with it."

"Tracy? Heh, she wishes. I think it's...Dak? That sounds right, I just serve the drinks." He answers before you rejoin with the others.

Everyone at the table sans Rodrigo is given a complimentary beer thanks to a rather unhappy tiefling. A few minutes pass in relative peace for the bar as everyone tries to blend in, the excitement cooling down. With a noticeable *squeak* The metal door to the innards of the underground complex open up, revealing a hobgoblin wearing a blue and white mechanics jumpsuit, a few black stains adorning the garments. He scans the room, eyes falling upon your group. Lumbering up to your table he says: "We're ready for your, follow."