You’ve been with the Shadow Clan for a short while now, having passed courses at the Academy and been assigned to Arcona, a place filled with new faces and opportunity. The strange, hairy little man that had been your first point of contact, the Rollmaster Kordath Bleu, collected you earlier in the day for something. He wasn’t very clear about it, simply telling you to ‘come along now’ and expecting you to follow.
He took you through the strange internal structure that is Port Ol’val, the shadowport on the edge of Arconan space. Within you’ve found yourself being ushered into a surprisingly clean looking tavern with a sign declaring it the ‘Ruby’s Perch’, a vaguely recognizable Kaleesh working behind the bar. Your escort, the Ryn, gives the barkeep a knowing nod and a wink which is received with a roll of the eyes behind the hulking man’s Huk mask. Kordath chuckles about something and points you towards a round table set not far from the bar itself.
Around the table you see several other figures, an eclectic group, some of which you saw around the Academy as well.
“Aye, new blood, just like you,” speaks Bleu, grinning and toasting a drink in their direction. When had he even had time to get that? Various glasses and bottles cover the table, as well as foods. “Tonight is on the house, as it were. Won a few too many card games in here, did nae want ta take tha place from me mate over there, but he did offer ta let you lot have an evening to entertain yourselves!”
He shoves you towards the table with another grin. “Go! Meet your fellows! Ya can trust them more than you’ll ever be able to trust we old farts!”
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