Post by Thomas M O'Malley on Jun 15, 2009 12:05:01 GMT -5
The doorman palms your stick. "Go on in, hope you got a 'gift' for the Maître D." The Troll turns to the Dwarf that was wearing the bathrobe, a crestfallen look on his face. "Oh, you again. Go in Sir."
Post by Thomas M O'Malley on Jun 15, 2009 13:24:38 GMT -5
As you enter the building you see that the inside is very well appointed. The Maître D standing at the lectern looks you up and down, “Can I help M'sieur?” After finding out your business, and taking your credsticks or cash to cover any bad behavior on your part, you are taken to Big Joe's table. The waiter comes up and says “Mr. Joe has been detained by business; he has asked that in the meantime you have some patience and has ordered a bottle of wine for your enjoyment while you wait.” The wine is 50 years old and very good.
Post by Thomas M O'Malley on Jun 15, 2009 21:34:30 GMT -5
The interior of the establishment screams "Elegance". Furniture that would cost a mid-level executive a years pay at every table. The tablecloths are of very high quality and thread-count. The wait staff are mostly Humans, Orks, and Elves dressed impeccably.