Somewhere in the middle of nowhere, in a dingy bar reeking of stale ale and scorched meat, populated mostly by men of low moral fiber the night was already off to a peculiar start.

So I said... get this,

Wazir paused mid-sip, giggling into his drink.

So... So I said to them 'Ye fair maidens should ring my Bell!

Charon let out a bellowing laugh, slapping his knee so hard his spiked bat went flying across the table, cups toppling and patrons scattering in alarm.

Well, that's well said and well done, but listen to this,

Charon leaned down and retrieved his favorite bat, spikes glinting in the low lantern light.

I said to them 'Oi! Reckon you'd love a swing of my Ballbat!

The wizard and the warrior nearly toppled from their chairs laughing. And so the night rolled on, a blur of spilled drinks, uproarious jokes, and the kind of chaos only found in places no respectable soul would dare set foot.