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A glowing circle traced around the three travelers, and soon filled with all the runes and calculations of a teleportation matrix. There was a flash. Just like that, they stepped out onto a busy street in downtown Midhaven, right smack in the central highway to the palace. Horse-drawn carts rattled down the cobblestone streets, and thousands of pack-laden couriers, merchants, and soldiers clogged the road. The Reaper yanked Ravadon and Edward into a nearby pub, where muddy miners and soggy contractors forgot their caked-on sweat and blood with a few gallons of alcohol.

If the stench didn't turn off the visitors to the establishment, then surely the raucous partying would. Men and women alike would jump onto tables and try to turn the place upside down with their wretched songs and sloppy dancing, only to find that they couldn't first determine which way was right side up. Ironically, half the establishment did, in fact, get turned upside down that way, though less by intention and more by drunken balancing contests gone awry.

The Reaper placed a hand on Ravadon's and Edward's shoulders. "I am going out for a bit. You may order food here, but do not drink any alcohol, as we will soon be traveling into the dangerous world of nobility. Use my name when you order; the staff know me, and will put everything on my tab. I shall return shortly. Stay out of trouble."

With that, the Reaper vanished, leaving the two men drowned in a sea of idiots for the near future. And the last command to stay out of trouble?

The group of men staring at them were going to make that [i]very[/i] difficult...
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The hostile men are NPCs. Control of them has been ceded to the players. You may do with them as you wish.
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