[@Birdboy][@Garth][@XxFellsingxX][@Guardian Angel Haruki][@rush99999][@Gordian Nought][h2][color=964B00]Grimi Ekleipein[/color][/h2][h3][color=964B00]Location: The Grim Lodge to The Speak Easy[/color][/h3]
Grimi raised an eyebrow as the dwarf moved closer. As Rockmar spoke Grimi nodded and grunted a few times. There were few words coming from his mouth but his full-teeth smile would probably make people step back. 

[color=D4AF37]“We wouldn’t want to tarnish our…”[/color] Grimi paused trying to find the correct word.

[color=D4AF37]“Prestige, reputation?”[/color] He pondered outloud and looked at the lady sitting across the bar. Grimi was interrupted by Arthek and Iota’s? approach. Grimi wasn’t someone who likes hugs. It was due to his frail body and he didn’t need the pressure to remind him of it. In the place of a hug he nodded to Arthek. It didn’t take him long to know what was going on and who may hear it. Due to this he found himself leaning forward on the bar. His towering stature would have been imposing had he any muscle to speak of. However, he looked more like a beanpole and that may or may not make people smile. 

Quizzically he twisted the end of his mustache as he looked at everyone who gathered. More than a few new faces. The thought that they may be spies did cross his mind. However, he felt that his facade was well enough established and well known to help dismiss thoughts of spies. 

[color=D4AF37][sub]“I feel like we should head downstairs before speaking about any nightly activities.”[/sub][/color] Grimi informed the group in a hushed voice as he stood up and started walking down the stairway. 

[color=D4AF37]“What's that? Some late patrons! Wonderful! I will show you to your rooms!”[/color] Grimi said a bit loudly as if someone was listening. It sounded like he had run this line over a thousand times and to some would sound like he wasn’t lying. The saying the walls have ears was true in most places. However, he was extremely paranoid and paid extra once the building was finalized. 

As he reached the bottom of the stairs it opened into a huge section of the building. Pillars could be seen evenly spaced to support the building. Many shelves and barrels of different types of alcoholic beverages were scattered around. Leading them through a small walkspace through the area, he stopped at a massive barrel. There were many like it and all of them looked similar. The frames that all of them were on had wheels making people assume that they could move, which when empty they probably could. However, they couldn’t otherwise because of the wedge-like blocks keeping them in place.

He looked back at everyone as he used his staff to slowly move the blocks guarding this barrel’s wheels. The spigot sticking out of the barrel was leaking some liquids. Not too much but a drop every now and again. Turning the spigot off and on a few times in a numbered sequence he then removed it. As he did he pulled it out and with it a chain. When he was finished he backed away from the barrel holding the spigot in his hand as the chain started getting pulled back in and the barrel opened. Once “fully” open the spigot rested against the hole again. One quick twist placed it back in its spot. The opening revealed an empty container and at the back rested a door. He pulled out his key as he shuffled to the door.

[color=D4AF37]“Confounded!”[/color] He yelled as he dropped his keys, his hands were visibly shaking. He took a small moment to breathe and then knelt down and scooped them up. After finished, he opened the door. There were bright lights moving around behind a curtain on the inside of the doorway. 

Once one passed into the doorway there was a muted deafening silence. However, once one passed the doorway music and festivities could be heard on the other side of the red silk curtain. Grimi led everyone to what looked like a dressing room and pulled out masks. His was made of what looked like wood. However, half of the mask was white and the other half was black. There were markings on the white side that resembled the god of the sun and on the other side there were markings that resembled the god/goddess of the moon. In the center two figures stood back to back. Some would assume the respective god or goddess. 

Grimi Handed out masks to everyone and capes. He pulled out a special raccoon looking mask and handed it to The Doctor. The cape likewise looked similar to that of a raccoon's back and even had a tail in the center on the end. [hider](People would be given likewise costumes to wear. In essence they would pick what they want. A mask and cape/cloak.)[/hider]

Afterward Grimi would lead them past the curtain and into a room full of music, fun, mischief, and bewilderment. The main room had a stage in the back and various people dancing on it. Some minstrels could be found on either side playing instruments in a way which complemented one another. Bozo was where Bozo usually was. She was playing a nice flow upon her flute. The patrons were always enraptured, albeit a bit intoxicated on this or that. As they walked through the area Grimi looked at Bozo and hoped that she could see him. Even striding atop a table she was still so short that people sitting would overshadow her. He would nod and point to the room where they were heading. Then again knowing Bozo as Grimi did, the tales were something that Bozo themself believed and would get too in character. At least that was the old man’s opinion on it.

There was a walkway on the right side which led to a door. Above the door hung a plaque with a fist punching a face. Several other doors with plaques lined the walls as well. At the end there was one with a crown. Grimi led everyone to that door. Once inside Grimi sat behind a big table and pulled out a contract. Once everyone entered the room he pressed a button and the door shut. There was a small table with some seats around it near the main table; as well as stools and other such posterior resting devices. 

The document states that none would reveal what happened here in the King's Chamber, downstairs in The Grim Lodge. They may speak freely between others who signed the contract. However, if they are found purposely speaking loudly in crowded areas or so someone else can hear then they have broken the contract. None are allowed to write about it either, save for this contract. Those who fail to follow the contract will be lost to The Great Old One. There are some other stipulations of keeping the speakeasy and other underground establishments to oneself. Don’t speak about fight club and so on. At the end there are several boxes and at the top was one filled in by a signet ring and Grimi’s blood. 

[color=D4AF37]“We don’t do names but sign in blood.”[/color] Grimi stated as he placed the paper at the front of his desk for the others to look at. He pulled out several clean almost needle-like nails and placed them in a jar nearby. He leaned forward and laid his head on the desk. The cool wood helped with his burning blood and he almost passed out. His hood fell forward revealing a funny almost jester looking crown.