"F'thgaan!" A common exclamation used in cursing. Colourfully translated to "(God's) Fortune is Gone!" It is an oath equivalent to "God Damn." Of all the luck in the world. R'lyeh must have had the worst fortune. Actually given the theorem of greater destiny allocation as suggested by R'S'Nuum, one of the great Sagahin mathematicians, analysis of the observable events over a given amount of time would hardly support the gross inaccurate exaggeration. Therefore, to be completely honest with oneself and apply the rules of fate allocations, out of an given party of four individuals R'lyeh would have the worst values to attract misfortune. Oh wait a moment, did a wall just break there? No definitely not, all four walls were indeed standing, despite the muscled-bound ogre attempting to punch new doorway as the "Murky Gumbo" came into view. "Why not use the Door." R'lyeh muttered as he hobbled over to open and enter the Inn, much to the Ogre's surprise. The Sagahin was out of breath, well out of water really, although running for one's life for a fish-person is hardly a simply task. He had yet to properly develop the muscle acclimation to the lack of buoyant force, and was forced to use an old fishing spear to assist him distrubte his weight properly. The humans had ambushed them in a clearing, taking whatever was not secured, including his stainless staff and stone research notes. Stuck without much in the means of material possessions to assist him home, R'lyeh was forced into using the scraps he had managed to salvage from the dead sagahin associates he had hired to help document the findings and secure live samples. The lesser sagahin had hardly the finery he was accustomed to, brown robes to retain water, functional but not at all flashy, and an old rusting spear probably passed down for generations of Sagahin. Even his funds were down to a mere single bronze piece which he surely would spend at this repulsive tavern. A putrid stench of rot lingered in the air. something foul was brewing in the back which assaulted the olfactories, of which the Sagahin were hardly affected as they did not take to smelling the volatile compounds in air but rather water. Still though, R'lyeh was taken slighty aback by the aroma, as if something had died, rotted away, and fermented into some desiccating substance. But it was far too late to rethink and make a quick exit as the Ogre had pushed him into the bar at this point. Yet was not alone, a few rapscallion thugs slinked around, kobolds as it was a kobold village he did manage to drag himself to after a few hours lost in the woods. Kobolds and the Sagahin were not necessarily enemies, but they did look at each other funny from time to time, which accounted for the gawks and stares R'lyeh received as he stumbled forward. "What will it be Fish-face?" the barkeep barked at the exasperated Sagahin. "Foul Cretin, S'Augwin are more related to Repti-" the retort came back. "Yeah, whatever Fishy-face, we don't get your kind here, now are you going to get a drink or sit there and argue about your face." Certainly not the most civil of persons. It must be the alcohol, or maybe even the Gumbo. "Sir, I am in dire need of water..." R'lyeh gave up the argument in preference to obtaining some much needed fluids. His gills screamed for more water to support his needs. "Water for the Fishy? Normally it's free, but for your face: One Bronze. Finally about time to get paid for some water around here eh boys?" Cutthroat robbery, and shrewd negotiation tactic indeed. Much to the amusement of the kobold thugs at the other end of the table over by the hat-wearing kobold. A single coin was exchanged, the last coin he had managed to save, for a cup of water. Instantly the Sagahin "drank" down the water to breathe once more. This place was definitely a treacherous den of thieves and vandals. Maybe he could employ a few to retrieve his tablets back from the humans? Surely they would be more than willing to claim the payment due to his former associates who are now dead in a forest clearing... "Pleasure doing business with you."