[center][b]Boggart's Hole[/b][/center]

Delphi's song twisted through the Boggart's Hole like a wraithly serpent, largely unnoticed as it slipped through the unconscious of patrons leaving unbidden memories in its wake. The satyr bard who'd been providing music from his lute, found his fingers improvising new notes, unintentionally providing backup for the secret melody. The notes eventually drifted over to the torn ears of the giant troll Grogdar who momentarily froze, startling the pixie girls he'd been drinking tea with. Before his eyes wavered an image of a rain soaked alley where a younger version of himself staggered, drinking his winnings away on human rum. Through the eyes of his younger self he saw the pixie pull the bottle from his feeble hands while others flew in cardboard to shelter his shivering body from the rain. Unaware of the music which had touched him, Grogdar wiped away a single tear before returning to his daily tea time ritual. The melody even reached Auntie who nearly tripped over a table leg as a vivid memory of smoke and screams hit her like a charging line of heavy lancers. Slowing from a streak to a blur, Auntie redirected her course to Manx, that penniless satyr bard she'd been foolish enough to hire. With a practiced motion the frumpy dirtgnome clapped him on the back of his horned head. Visions of her people racing toxic fumes as they swept through the burrow still assaulted her, but Auntie pushed them back, even the one that involved her mother... 

"Manx you worthless goat," she snapped, "I told you not to work no glamer on the customers unless I gave the okay."

"But Aunty I...."

"But nothing, pack up your lute, goat-boy, you're through."