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[color=de8658][b]  》THE YAWNING PORTAL[/b][/color]
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[indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][h3][sup][sup][color=a9a9a9]It is a fine evening in the city of Waterdeep and the usual suspects are gathered in the [color=de8658]Yawning Portal[/color] tavern. Raucous laughter fills the air amid the chatter of a myriad of voices, coloured in a cacophony of all kinds of people and races. The sturdy door creaks on it's hinges as yet another crowd bumbles past the stoop and seeks merry shelter from the pouring rain and wind. Out there it's a nightmare. In here it's a [i]party[/i].

[color=de8658]Duran[/color] slams another couple drinks on the bar and slides them down to awaiting greedy hands. Someone calls out to him, shaking a tankard at the red writing on the board above the bar. "I've got fifteen on Daggerford," they say, "Their times almost up." 

People lounge on the staircase up to the lower balcony, slowly ambling into more of a queue then a gaggle. There's some loud [color=de8658]haggling[/color] going on up there. On the highest floor of the Tavern, a halfling bard plays a lute relatively decently, his leg lazily dangling over the side of the balcony as his song is mostly drowned out. A few folks try to nip and duck their way to their rooms they have rented for the night, though your party accounts for a number of those locked doors.

In the midst of it all, surrounded by drunks and guffaws, sits the maw of the Yawning Portal itself. A pit that descends deep into the belly of the earth, and the reason for your travel. The winch used to transport those who dare make the trip into Undermountain sits beside the well innocently, a simple rope and pully system with a small bucket nearby. A crude wooden sign is attached to the stones of the well, reading [color=de8658]"1 GP per journey, both down and up"[/color] in sloppy red paint.  
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[indent][indent][color=de8658][b]Lin[/b][/color][color=aa9993] has managed to grab a table directly next to the Portal itself. Behind you, a fire crackles merrily, and above you is the lower balcony. Your benefactor [color=de8658][b]Esvelle[/b][/color] is here somewhere, but today the tavern is jam-packed with patrons and it's hard to discern her among the crowd. She approached your party a tenday ago with a job involving Undermountain, paying in advance and covering the costs of your lodging here - starting yesterday - until the job she has hired you for is completed. Your arranged meeting time is shortly.

In the meantime, why not settle in?[/color][/indent][/indent]