The place is booming. You note that, in order to suit even the biggest customers, the booth seat runs six feet front-to-back on the sides of the alcove, but it also crosses the entire six foot back of the alcove as well, with the table sitting as an island in the middle of all three seating areas. Ace is on the left, and Block is on the right, both facing each other. The troll is nowhere to be found.
In the low-level, trace echoes of bass from the dance floor above you both hear a light "Pop!" noise - sounds like it might be nearby - and notice that the entire table area is engulfed in a light brown, apple-cider smelling fog, which starts dissipating immediately. Seated between you, on the back part of the seat, is a huge -er- man! He doesn't seem all horned up, as trolls might/usually be, but he's dressed head-to-toe in solid black. The grin on his large-ish face is also friendly-seeming, very jovial. He seems to chuckle a little as the last of the smoke vanishes.
"Timeliness!" a deeper-timbre voice rumbles, "I like this!" In a flash of intellect, and with only a quick glance at one another, you two figure that you're in the presence of none other than Mr. X.
An interesting detail to note: *Neither* of you have ever heard of anyone actually figuring out the Teleport spell --- nobody has done it successfully (yet) --- and still here he is! Right out of thin air - he didn't get past either of you! Immediate curiosity fills the air, as you both *know* he wasn't here just a second ago... |
