"Gentleman, I am fine for continuing back to the small hallway we just left and opening those doors there. If Davik you want to check that door for a trap it would be most helpful."
Davik leads the party back down the 20' wide corridor that they entered through. He checks the single door for traps but doesn't find any. He also discovers that the door is not locked.
Gently opening the door, he finds a room that is luxuriously furnished with plush chairs, polished wood tables, ornate rugs and other fine furniture. The furniture has been pushed back against the walls and the carpets have been rolled up. In the middle of the floor, an impromptu boxing ring has been set up. In one corner of the ring a man stands as still as a statue with his hands raised in the boxing guard position. This man is wearing amber silk trunks. You notice that his skin has an unreal quality. Seated near the boxer is a man dressed in colorful silks, fancy lace and rich velvet. He also wears a large-brimmed hat flaunting a peacock’s feather. A jeweled rapier is slung on his right side on a supple leather baldric. He has wavy black hair and a closely trimmed beard which comes to a point. Two men in plate mail carrying halberds stand as guards on either side of the richly dressed man. The guards’ flesh has the same unreal quality as the boxer’s. The seated man’s flesh does not have this quality.
While the chairs have been pushed back, they all face toward the boxing ring. Floating above the center of each chair is a pair of red, unblinking eyes that turn to watch you.
As the door opens the man in the hat turns to you, smiles, and calls out, "Ahh, I see we have a new set of challengers! Who of you would like to challenge my fighter in the ring? I pay good money and I'll even give you decent odds should you care to place a little wager on your… representative!"
"Greetings, sir," says Davik "Have you any idea how we got here? We awoke expecting to find ourselves still on for the the road, but I do not recognise where we are now. I an happy to place a wager, but my small stature would not serve me well in a fight, I don't think. Some say that size matters not, however I believe it matters a great deal."
Davik looks at the others: "Assuming one of you wishes to take up the challenge?"
Edited: rossaldinho on 3rd Nov, 2016 - 11:25am
"Dont look at me Davik I am no fighter" looking around the room and eyeing up the people in it does anything seem off. I mean besides the fact we woke up outside a mansion in some mist delgar thinks to himself.
The man continues to smile and gets up from his chair. As he walks towards you the two halberd wielding men follow as if without thought. As the man walks, you can see that he is wearing chain mail under his fine clothes.
"Ahh, but I have not properly introduced myself. I am John-Louis Amber and this is my home. I don't get out much, so I'm not sure what it is you are speaking about with a road and hill, and so forth.
"However, I do know that size isn't always what it seems. Should you decide to take up the challenge, I can offer you good odds, my little man. In fact, I'll give you two to one odds, should you win. I have 10,000 gp with which to wager, should you choose to do so… Of course, any of your larger friends would not garner such good odds."
The man stops with his escorts about ten feet from you and patiently waits your response.
Delgar detects nothing further than what he sees. It seems to be what it is.
Edited: Falrun on 3rd Nov, 2016 - 1:44pm