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The adventurers' room was quite small, forcing a bit of rather undesirable closeness to a gathering of strangers. The bard, Mavirr, took in the various details with a sweeping glance. The room was plain, but the features were fine enough to indicate the wealth of their owner. A large wooden table dominated the center of the room, and it as well as the half-dozen chairs around it were ornately carved. Other than the aforementioned cups, a pitcher of water, and a plain wooden candle-holder, the table was clear.

Two sconces flanked the one doorway, and smoke from their oily flames added a stuffiness to the air that was not helped by the fire in the hearth. Mavirr noted the carved mantle, which depicted a burbeast head...burbeast herds were the source of much wealth in this region of Prytia. The walls of the room were polished wood, but bare. The room was apparently nothing more than a holding pen.

A servant, much younger than the last, opened the door and shuffled in, placing a glass carafe and a wooden platter upon the table. Slices of meat, white cheese, and a few meager pieces of fruit were on the platter; the carafe held a dark liquid of some kind.

"Burbeast tenderloins...and the wine is eastern, from Merryay," said the servant. He looked bored. "Lord Pelspin will return forthwith."

With that said, he was out the door and gone.