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[color=de8658][b]  》[i]First Foray into the Depths[/i][/b][/color]
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[indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][h3][sup][sup][color=a9a9a9] It is late in the evening when the six of you finish collecting your gear and head over to the winch where Durnan is already waiting for you, burly arms crossed. He stands eye to eye with Ardour, puffing out his barrel chest. His gaze momentarily darts between Aurix and Atanese, his moustache twitching side to side with a seeming life of it's own.

There was a long pause in which he sizes you up. Slowly, his arms open to his side, palms up.

"LADIES, GENTS AND BASTARDS ALIKE, we have a new adventuring party ready to tackle the depths of Undermountain!" He spun on his heels and threw up his arms to the sound of raucous applause and drumming feet. You had gotten used to eyes on Lauk and Aurix during your ventures, but now every pair of peepers was locked on your party. From the bar, patrons leared in closer and peered into your backs, smacking their lips and slapping their knees. A new [color=de8658]hum of excitement[/color] overtook the tavern, transforming it, and a [color=de8658]wave of gossip[/color] washed over the crowds. Durnan bounded up onto the side of the pit's rim, grabbing hold of the swinging rope there and flying across to the opposite end. He addressed the patrons as a few eyes flipped back to him. Others continued to bore into you, well used to his speech and filled with brimming curiousity at your presence.

"It has been near three days since our last party shuffled into the depths! Will these new challengers fair better? Let's hope! Challengers, introduce yourselves and may the Portal favor you." He spins on his heel with the click of his fingers and points at you all in a flurry of practised showmanship.

[center][color=de8658][b]"What name is your Party known by?"[/b][/color][/center][/color][/sup][/sup][/h3][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]

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[indent][indent][color=de8658][b]Durnan[/b][/color][color=aa9993] has requested your [color=de8658]Partie's Title[/color] and is expecting each of you to [color=de8658]introduce yourselves to the crowd[/color] - in whatever way you see fit. Meanwhile, people gossip and hands meet at tables before snaking away out of sight. Barmaids are called in hushed whispers, and everyone seems to be intently watching you.

From where you are currently standing, you have a good view of the whole tavern eastwards. You are currently standing on the west side of the pit. [/color][/indent][/indent]