Mogrondale.
The Halfling bartender widened his eyes in surprise as he watched the group file in through the door. These people appeared to be trying to keep as low a profile as possible, all wearing monk-like hoods and cloaks, but he immediately recognized the lead Human Knight whose last visit had left a deep impression, a rare feat indeed.
The first floor of the Tears of Lazzaka was a dining room and bar, renowned as a well-regarded inn in the city, now at its busiest time of the day. The first thing Lancelot noticed were the tall, gaunt guards with tawny skin, eying him menacingly, their hands resting on the hilt of their beautiful silver swords.
