You're going to be. Oh, When last we left our heroes, Task the Kobold Ranger, Panic the T-Fling Bard,

Worky the Ork-Barberian, Greke, Greke, and a new-found friend in in Victor the half-elph Bard.

The party survived a wild night in the werewolf-infested woods of Tricadia.

After a beastful ambush, the party trudged the dark in wet woods hiding from their predators.

After a while, the party was caught by the wayward travels of a vampire countess and

hitched a ride in exchange for some bardic entertainment.

Once arriving to their destination, the party cured Victor of his mild case of Wolf, found a

raucous tavern, and found their quarry, pilchred, a mysterious drunken man who has forcefully refused Soler's call. Once in his company,

the party tried to pressure him to join them, only for Pilter to respond with violence,

causing a sudden and chaotic. Bar fight!

Now as the party is dragged and detained

in a trucadian drunk tank, we see now where they lie.

So as you guys, what happens next as the bar fight comes to a close is a

sudden barrage of guards that comes in and immediately arrests every single moving individual in the tavern.

You guys are all dragged out and loaded into wagons.

Ah, wait, go limp, it makes it more difficult for them.

And eventually you guys are all detained in a tricadian-avin prison, specifically in a drug tank.

You guys are separated via gender.

There are a few women who are in that fight.

About six of them, which are on the opposite side to you guys.

While the other 40 or so men are all

cramped into one cell shoulder to shoulder. How awkward is it in this cell right now?

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