Listen to Silvia's request

"What is it?" You ask her.

"I don't have much time. The bartender isn't our real bartender." Silvia whispers before stepping past you down the stairs.

You head down to the tavern area. Moving through the crowds. You stop an elf patron who's about to stumble into you.

"Easy buddy, you look like you've had a bit too much to be walking just yet." You tell him.

"Oh, terribly sorry my dear fellow. I might of had a bit too much ambrosa." The elf gets out, as he grabs onto your cloak for support.

"It's alright, tell me, are you a regular here?"

"Oh yes, I-I come here every night. * hic*" The elf is starting to slur his words.

"Then you know the bartender?"

"Oh yeeh, Grisham. Hesh da greatish." The elf is starting to become dead weight.

You steer him into an empty seat. "One more for your party." You tell the group sitting at that paticular table.

You leave the group, and make your way up to the bar. You order a drink and sit at the bar chatting with a couple of nearby patrons. After a short while the orc bartender comes up to you.

"Another drink friend?" The orc asks.

"Sure." You answer. "Thanks for the help when I came in. My name is Mars Vaylen." You tell him.

"Grondar." The orc answers back.

You now have a suspicion the lizard woman was telling rhe truth. You make a bit of small talk with the bartender, telling him the man you carried in was shot and killed by a hobgoblin raiding party. You tell him you're on your way to Nappadar, and the King's new tax.

Finally you ask the orc. "I'm still looking for some extra work, you got any giant rats in your cellar you need taken care of?"

"As a matter of fact I do." The orc has taken your bait.

He shows you into the kitchen area. You follow, knowing you're heading into an obvious trap. You pull a small monocle on a chain out of your pocket, and hold it to your eye.

As you look through the glass, the bartender has been replaced. Instead you see a withered hunchbacked witch. She is wearing filthy robes, her skin is the same grass green as the orc's, but hangs loosely off her arms. You quickly pocket the monocle, before she turns around. The bartender then motions for you to walk ahead down a short hallway. This is definitely a trap.

"The door at the end of the hall here leads to the basement." The disguised witch tells you.

You reach the door and open it. Inky blackness greats you. You see a small wooden staircase that seem to be swallowed by the darkness after a few steps. You feel the witch looming over you, ready to attack...