After the super dramatic entrance of the two men, a nervous satyr's head popped up behind them, right under the battered doorway. Feeling really stupid and lame for not thinking of doing a dramatic entrance himself, the young satyr looked around for a place to sit. Epic, ominous music seemed to be playing around the two men, so he hurried to an empty table in a corner, tripping on the way there.

	Feeling red-faced and humiliated, Penrod glanced around. His stomach growled. Can he get some food in this place? How does one hail a server? [i]I have no idea what i'm doing, I shouldn't have come here.[/i] Thought the satyr. Maybe he has to knock. Tentatively, he quietly knocked on the table. A women sitting at the next table over glanced at him, looking annoyed. Penrod sank into his chair, wishing he was anywhere but here. He looked around to see who else saw his foolishness, but the majority of the establishment still seemed to be looking at the men.

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