User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-7345250-20160927043330

Parlys: "Tchah..."


 * The incline leads the party down into the trapezoidal pit where the bulk of the changeling populace dwells. The insectile creatures flit about through the air, oblivious to the strangers in their midst. A few crude stone bridges criss-cross the space, but none of the residents appear to enjoy using them.


 * Parlys the Pale slows a little as he reaches a cryptic terrace. Changelings sit scattered upon ugly mats or else beds of slime with arrays of widely dissimilar objects before them. A pewter mug is visible here and there, as are a few dingy shapes resembling coins.


 * Nary a word is spoken.

Parlys: "Impressive...?"

Parlys: 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽𝒆.