Enter Redhook's establishment

Syvella leads the way, ducking through a low door with you and Frost following close behind. The damp musty smell hits your senses as you take in the interior of the gambling hall. Despite the hole-in-a-wall appearance, this gambling hall is big enough to fit 6 gambling tables which sit vacant throughout the dimly lit room. There is a long bar that takes up a nearby corner of the room. The bar and all its stools sit empty much like the rest of the hall. At the end of the room is what looks like a wooden throne, a few decorative furs seem to have been added for comfort and style.

“Is it normally this quiet?” Frost loudly whispers.

Syvella sighs. “Never. He’s clearly expecting me. More than likely all of this is part of some big show.”

“My, my, my.” A cynical high pitched male voice calls from somewhere in the darkness. “If it isn’t my favorite thorn in the side.”

“Redhook. What game are you playing this time?” Syvella says sternly.

From the darkness walks out a fairly unhinged looking human man. Scrawny yet tall, he wears a bright red and white jester’s outfit. His face painted fully white; he wears a sly grin like a badge of honor. Where his left hand should be, instead there is a vicious looking hook with betrays his otherwise jovial appearance.

“Oh, darling you know I do love my games. Usually, I prefer to play them just you and I. Who are these two?”

“Two other capable adventurers and that’s all you need to know.”

Redhook takes two steps up onto the throne and sits lazily. “Well, they certainly make things more interesting. Speaking of which. Gentlemen!” Redhook taps his hook on the throne making a light rapping sound as torches are lit around the room. Where once there was shadow, you now make out 8 brutish looking men, all armed with various clubs, knives or some combination of both.

“An ambush, o’ course.” You sigh under your breath.