The Styx Oarsman is not traditionally welcoming to humans. But Jarkman recognizes this Leaguer by now, and he only makes one crack about how she owes him a new pack of cigars before letting her pass.
The faint candlelight isn't much help to someone of her pedigree, but no one comes to this tavern to admire the view.
The barman greets her with the usual grunt, and everyone returns to their conversations. Humans may be uncommon around here, but business is business.
That's kind of charming. He'll try to ignore the tiefling.
"Let's. Are we taking a portal, or the Styx?"
"Right. This should be an experience. I don't think I should look like I'm a primary actor in this, we'll lose credibility. The tiefling should take the lead."
"You won't necessarily have to do the talking if some of us pose as your slaves. I probably should, since I'm recognizably from a Good race."
"Sefi, you should consider it as well. Two masters and two slaves is a reasonable distribution, and as the human, you'll stick out."
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