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"I'm guessing the Baron wants to grill you about how you came to be here." Hopestone said. "Travelers don't just -come- here. This has never been the most traveled land in the world, but ever since the War two years back no one comes. The borders of the land are choked with mist and people who travel into them don't come out again."

"Beyond when we were brought here we didn't see any mist." Lily said as she finished with her armor, affixing breastplate to backplate.

"Strange...perhaps it has finally passed.

"This is all very interesting." Daskard said, tapping his boot. "But his Lordship has demanded your presence and he is not a man to be kept waiting."

Lily snorted. "It's a good thing none of us are using the privy then." She approached Daskard. "Alright, lead the way."
"Lammy, have you ever heard the phrase 'tempting fate'?"

Apparently someone had, because not ten seconds went past it before the door suddenly shuddered under a battering ram barrage that could be described as knocks if you lived with an ogre family, or perhaps thought that knocking was a form of martial arts. Hopestone said something that none of them could understand, but it sounded pretty obscene, and moved over to the door, snatching the sword from its hanging behind the bar. She moved to the door and pulled it open a crack.

"Daskard, you're still alive."

The door got shoved open and a large, aging man entered, a red cloak wrapped around his body. His head was shaved except for two strips of hair along his cheeks, a look that had Lily giving him the side-eye. Behind him were two men wearing heavy armor, and compared to the gate guards they had the bearing and gear of actual soldiers.

"Hopestone. His Lordship has become aware that we have guests within the city. They are ordered to accompany me to meet with His Lordship immediately."

"See, Lammy? Tempting fate." Lily sighed. "Give us five minutes." She moved over to her gear and began donning her armor, Daskard watching with barely concealed impatience.
Eranah's somber tone did a lot to dispel Lily's high spirits. She gave Lammy a vague head gesture like she thought he'd understand what she meant, then moved to Eranah's side.

"Hey, Eranah." She adjusted her posture and her expression as she walked, going from Lily Beckett the girl to Lily Beckett the Paladin again. "We stopped an Archduke of Hell together. Some spooky prison plane isn't going to hold us for very long. Pretty soon this'll just be another adventure of ours to tell some Bard about."

Lily found herself heartened by her own words. As she turned them in her mind she thought they were right - they had faced down an Archduke of Hell and foiled his plans, a feat that by any rational measure was impossible without the backing of an army and a few archmages. Although admittedly she suspected their victory there owed more than a little to the intervention of the Gods. Now, though, it was time for them to stand alone, and she was not afraid.
That said: Being a Paladin isn't going to be a lot of fun for the Paladin. Lily's presence is a good percent plot device to screw over the party, to be brutally honest.
"Lammy, I don't drink except for sacramental wine, so how would I know?" Lily said as she looked over the collection of alcohol. Hopestone gave her a side-eyed look, then glanced at Lammy, then shook her head. She nodded to Hopestone, who set her the same thing - she did it in fairly quick sequence, then leaned over the bar, looking like she'd been kicked by a mule.

"Hell's balls." Hopestone muttered. "Anyway, there's a staircase over that way that leads to rooms. I don't keep them locked, but there's a bar on the inside if you want some privacy, and they'll probably be more than a little dusty. Shouldn't have any rats or similar problems, though, I've hexed this place against them and anything that gets past me doesn't get past Lord Whiskers. Speaking of which if you run into a very large housecat or a smaller puma leave him be."

"For as long as you're in town I'll offer whatever help I can, in exchange I'd appreciate if you'd keep me apprised of what you find out. If nothing else I might be able to make your travels into a decent story."
Lily managed a smile at Lammy's words, squeezing his hand gently. "You're right. The three of us went to Hell and back together, if anyone can find a way out of this mess it's us."

After a moment of thought she tilted her head and cocked an eyebrow at him. "Get drunk and enjoy each other's company? Lamont LaSalle, are you trying to seduce me?" She grinned at him. "The nerve of some people, to say such a thing. And to a member of Torm's clergy no less!"
I'm interested, although it may take me a minute to work up a character.
If Lammy were anyone else - with the possible exception of Eranah - her response would have been to flash a bright smile and a reassuring nod. She was a Paladin, it was her duty to be resolute and unshaken no matter how bad things got. To be brave even when no one else was. Paladins were as much about inspiring people to be better as they were about directly fighting the darkness that threatened the world.

But she had been to Hell and back with Lammy, very nearly literally. She lowered her voice, not wanting to loudly declare her fear to the world in general. "I don't know, Lammy." She said. "Torm has been the foundation on which I built my life. When all's quiet I could feel his hand upon me, guiding me to the right path." She tugged off her gauntlet, then rested her hand on his, wanting to feel the touch directly rather than through the shell of steel around her. "At least..." She trailed off, her cheeks blushing red, then continued a moment later. "I'm glad you're here. I'd hate to face this alone."
"Your funeral, son." Hopestone said as she poured Lammy a second one, chuckling at their reactions. "Liquor 'round these parts isn't what I'd call smooth sophistication." She withdrew two larger pewter cupss and filled them with dark beer from a keg behind the bar, setting them in front of Lammy and Eranah.

"Now, what else can I tell you?"

"What -is- this place?" Lily said.

"I don't rightly know." Hopestone hunched forward, leaning her elbows on the bar. "Local legends say people have been taken by the Mists for a long time and ended up here, and no one ever finds a way out again. I reckon that if you trace it far enough back at the root of every family tree here is someone who got taken from a world like yours or mine. I know that there's something wrong about this place, a Priest of Pelor I befriended years back told me that as soon as he came here he felt wrong, like the sun's rays didn't feel the same. Say it's like there's something between us and the Gods here."

Lily went visibly paler, her lips pressed tightly together.

Hopestone's eyes flicked to the windows. "Sun's about down. You folk need a place to hang your head for the night? The Scarlet Jester's open, although the rooms might be a shade on the dusty side. I haven't had guests in far too long."

After a few moments Lily spoke. "That sounds like a good idea to me." She said, her color returning.
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