Many passers by in the mining town of L'Obsul, can see that adventurers of all races, are gathering around the central point of the tavern on Jas. A small svirfneblin girl, known as Ivridda Seamfinder, is seen often, serving up all sorts of beer from Barrelstalk beer, to Puff Rum to Goldfever to Tunnel Ale.

Drow from Edonil, duergar, goblins and other deep gnomes, can be seen frequenting the bar often enough, doing a roaring trade, haggling, drinking, arguing the toss, singing and gambling. The watchful eye of the Orog barkeep and the local guards, keep trouble from brewing most days, but its certainly the IN place to be, for all the Underdarkers, rumours have it.

Adventuring companies, often of mixed races, are seen forming, then heading off into the deeper dark, to brave the wilds in search of fortune and treasure. Orogs, duergar and svirfneblin adventuring, as one company.

Some Duergar, talk of forests and druids above. Some drow, talk of conspiracies in their own city, in hushed voices, away from prying eyes. Some Svirfneblin, talk of the fine arts of growing 'shrooms. A goblin, haggles fiercely with Ivridda over Bluecap 'shrooms. A kobold, sits on the stool, having a quiet drink before heading off into the Dark for an adventure of a lifetime...

Ivridda sees them all come and go, listening intently, learning much but keeping the knowledge to herself. She sighs happily, thought of keeping up on production of the Fermentating Fungus Contraptulator Gnomish Vat, always at the back of her mind. Life is good, in the Underdark, she raises a bottle of Vintage Velvetine up to the flickering fungus light, inspecting its quality, before putting the label on it and storing it in the cellar. Wiping down a table before finally putting her feet up on the bar at the end of the Cycle, drinking a bottle of Fire Liquor and closing her eyes, listening to the sound of the never ending thump of pick and hammer down the Shaft behind her.

The orog barkeep counts up the coin before Ivridda speaks. "We made good coin tonight boss yesyes..." The Orog only nods, counting up the cycle's takings in the never ceasing dark Cavern. Behind Ivridda, another cage on a giant chain, rolls down the shaft, carrying its passenger into the mines.

"Y'know, I think I'll take up subterranean gathering next, so I don't have to fork out a fortune to make the expensive stuff. That Drow merchant always rips me off, charging me 126 gold per pale orchid!", said Ivridda.

Grumbling to herself, she seems lost in thought, as if replaying the days events in mind...

After a time, she gets up, picking up her share of the days takings, putting it into her pouch before heading off down the shaft, back into Charnag Mine, where her village is hidden, deep down the shaft, to retire, for the cycle...

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Illithira Frostmaiden (Snow Elf) Guardian of the Frostfell
Elithiel Issatheerin (Shadow Elf) She who Lurks
Isolia Oussea'lylth (Sun Elf) Apprentice Wizardess