Revelry

Tepidly, you march through the streets, keeping well on guard for ambush or some other problem. It's difficult to maintain the sweet spot between keeping close enough to keep your eyes on the two of them but far enough to maintain plausible deniability. The smell down these narrow passageways offends your nose; it's disgusting that such squalor should exist in the heart of the Empire. How people would be content to live like this is beyond you, regardless of what race or species they belong to.

A sharp blind turn cuts your vision off. Committed at this point, you hurry up to put them back in view, throwing off any possible guise of innocent patrol. As you round the corner, you see the two entering into a public house in the center of an intersection. There's a few wandering eyes; the type who know who belongs in the neighborhood and who's an outsider. You clench your Halberd tightly, suspecting at anypoint that this could turn violent as the vagrant orcs and humans track you with every step. You pause for a moment as you gaze upon the sign for the establishment. In the middle of a large circle is the back of a nude, provocatively shaped woman. Hintings of a large bust and butt are hinted at from her proportions, but the real mark is the series of lash and whip marks along her body. The outside perimeter circle reads on both top and bottom "Love Me Back". Prostitution is strictly prohibited in the Empire, as well as sodomy and other acts of degeneracy and indecency. If that's what's going on here, you have all the more reason to investigate.

You enter the brewery to find a raucous crowd, filled with a hearty, rowdy sort. Beers were in high abundance, as was the positive mood. Some stranger shoved a pint of ale in your hand, which you took tepidly as you listen to the song.

The memories are all we have
So keep them safe and sound
Nothing matters but what we learned
Get your feet back on the ground
Well it's the last day under
Last day under the
Last day under
Last day under the
Last day under, under the sun

This last portion was repeated once more. The crowd sang with no harmony, and with the intoxication of a few, some did little more than match the tone of the group, but it was sung with great enthusiasm. You even found yourself joining in before the end. As the crowd cheers on the end of the song, you start to recall why you came in here. You're quickly distressed, seeing the two you had followed here, pressing themselves against a dainty elf on either side, leaving her no opportunity to escape...