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Ivan has gone and gotten lost in this stupidly large house. The party's turnout hasn't spilled upstairs yet, so he can't ask for directions to the stairwell after having got turned around finding the lav, so he's opening doors. This is a closet. That is someone's office. That room has partially clothed people in it and they aren't pleased to see him. "Sorry." This room -
...the fuck?
It's not a stairwell, but when Ivan eventually finds the stairwell, if the hostess doesn't ask him not to steal her cool house contents that she meant to show off herself, he's going to present to somebody who needs impressing it as his own discovery. Which it is; he discovered it. In he goes to this oddly spacious empty bar.
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middlingalong
middlingalong
"You said you were born with her, where in the process does one's soul cat...?" Gesture.
middlingalong
"What kinda drinks do you have, anyway?" Ivan asks the bar.
Absolutely everything! I can recommend something if you don't have anything in mind.
"...Sure, why not."
A pink something appears. Ivan sips it. "Well, that's excellent," he opines.
Thank you.
middlingalong
Ivan drinks his pink thing with every sign of enjoyment and non-poisonedness. When he is done with it, he thanks the bar again, and tries the door again, and with an over the shoulder wave is let out into a hallway that he seems relieved to see.
abeance
...Then acquires a suit of armor and a sword, de-ages a few years, and clanks back in from a cave.
"...Well, that's new."
"...Well, that's new."
abeance
"That's not a known hazard of the Caves of Fire and Night, but then, neither are human-scaled bars hiding where I was expecting a passage to a dwarven settlement..."
abeance
I do not know why instances of this template have appeared twice so far.
"Hmm?" asks Jann, clanking further into the bar to see what's going on. "Oh, you've got a cat, are you a witch? Hullo there," he adds to the cat.
"Hmm?" asks Jann, clanking further into the bar to see what's going on. "Oh, you've got a cat, are you a witch? Hullo there," he adds to the cat.
abeance
"Iiii don't know what a daemon is but she looks like a cat and those talk too, just usually not - comprehensibly."
palmofyourhand
"Not comprehensibly to who?" asks Ethan. "And if it's not comprehensibly to anyone how is that different from not talking?"