[center][h2]Krunk Fortress, Lobby[/h2]
[sub]Right Away Boss![/sub][/center]


	The army of kitchen-Krunklets heeded everything they heard, rushing over one another in fear towards a row of fridges near the back of the room. These little guys weren't trained for combat, and certainly weren't looking to pick a fight. In a few moments, a little round man walked up to Zerraf, holding a bottle of premium [i]Winshter-Shefter[/i] Ale. Looking up innocently, he handed the bottle to him. Aw, it was kind of cute, in a weird-contorted-ball-man sort of way...

	Another chef approached Jenso and nodded, as if he were about to reveal the secret to Lord Krunk's fortress..

	"NO SIR. I CANNOT TELL YOU THIS INFORMATION SIR. PLEASE DON'T KILL ME SIR," It cried, dropping to its knees, which just made it look like its legs had [i]disappeared[/i].