Dusk, dawn it didn’t matter anymore the weather had been dreadful as she stumbled out of the wood. As if graced by the gods a tavern inn appeared before her very eyes, curiously set into a large tree. Dragging her fingers through her wind tangled curls refastening them back into a strangled knot with a bit of leather strapping as she trudged sopping wet for the door. Kicking the door frame a few time to shake off some of the mud on her boots she presses inside to the warm and most importantly dry atmosphere.

Archibald continues to munch his bread absently. With no more growling hunger, he seems to have settled down quite a lot, and is now content to enjoy the comings and goings of new travelers. His twitching is much more infrequent, but his head twists left and right, following the movements of those who scamper about the inn.

The bar felt as good as any place to sit and rest a fatigued body. Shuffling up onto a stool she gives a nod of greeting to the masticating man before waving down a barkeep for a tank of ale and something hot to fill her empty gullet. The keep rushing off Seraphina took the moment to peel off her leather riding gloves laying them upon the counter and stretching her fingers opened and closed wincing a bit at the ache of stiff joints mumbling to herself about a damned horse. In all appearances she was simply a dark featured soggy human traveler, but the rapier at her hip and deep scar upon her cheek told a much more interesting tale. As Seraphina looked over the tavern it became clear that whatever had caused her scar had also taken her eye. Set in its place a silver orb unseeing and unmoving in contrast with her working ocular as it darted about following the bustle with a honey colored gaze.

" Well, That should just about do it." The dwarf says with a smile of content. He lifts the big pot off the fire and carries it out into the tavern. The smell of stew and freshly baked bread wafts out of the pot into every corner of the room. "Thelka! As a show of thanks for putting up with us and allowing us to build this magnificent fort in your dining hall, we present you with this wonderful chicken noodle stew, with some herb bread made out of my finest wheat. Now, you can serve this at your pleasure, and you don't have to cook for a little bit."

(Ooc~ Sorry I only read a few messages back and hadn’t realized the fort was in the tavern XD)

Morgan is visibly stunned to see the dwarf make his way out of the ramshackle collection of blankets and pillows with a steaming pot in tow.  Setting aside the book she'd taken out to read, "A History of the Sword Coast" if anyone cared to glance at the cover, she stands to her feet and makes her way over to the fort entrance to cautiously peer inside.  Then she casts a skeptical look at Yarandell.

*That offer to go inside and take a look around still open?* she projects into his head.

To put things simply, Grigor was disappointed. Nobody wanted to try an unstable extradimensional combat simulator with the potential to cause major warps in reality, but he couldn't really blame them. His invention was pretty dangerous and unstable. Ultimately, it would be a better idea just to tell them tales of his journeys across the many planes. Surely, they would be amazed (and ready to pay gold to hear them, hopefully). 

Back to present tense, Grigor walks over to the fort, which, from what he could gather, was magical in some way. Grigor shouts into the fort doors:

Would any of you want some paid entertainment? I have a demon who plays 38 kinds of instrument and many tales about my travels across the planes!

 "Of course Morgan, anyone is open to taking a look inside. Just be prepared. It's a wee bit bigger on the inside" 

(OOC): just saying acerak, there's maybe two people in there, most are in the tavern itself I believe

(Grigor is an incredibly skilled artificer, so he would probably be able to sense the energy radiating off of it... That's my best guess)

I give my many thanks.  Just name an instrument and Ronald here will play it, and my tales of adventure cannot be surpassed by any other mortal being, or most immortals, for that matter.

with those words, Grigor enters the pillow fort.

Growing curiouser and curiouser Seraphina watches as people enter and exit the small construct in the middle of the tavern room, but ultimately decided though seemingly friendly enough she preferred to remain curiosity unsated. By then her food had also arrived with which she paid more attention to the consuming of it as a gurgle emitted from her belly telling her there was no time to waste.

Scarlet pokes her head out of the fort doors. She sees the new person at the bar. She walks over and says Hello, my name is Scarlet. What's yours if you don't mind. Would you like some tea or ale? It's on me! Scarlet does her best to give a warm smile.

Wiping a few crumbs from her hand onto her cloak she then offers it to Scarlet, “Well met Scarlet,” a giving a small quirk of a smile to the stranger, her voice a bit muffled her mouth stuffed with bread. Swallowing hard she continued a bit more clearly. “Seraphina or Sera if you like.”

Alright Sera. So what brings you here? If you don't mind me asking.

With a chuckle she gives a flourish and shrug. “I was passing through the wood heading south when the blasted storm struck. A nearby lightning strike spooked my horse knocked me in the mud. Just as I was about to give up on finding the beast and making camp I stumbled upon this fine establishment and so here I sit before you now. What about you lass you seem friendly folk.”

Well I was sort of annoyed with my party. Mostly because of the super perverted one. I came into the forest to sort of just chill. Because it's my happy place. But I stumbled upon this place. Then I sort of just kept on coming back to this place. Mostly during down time or when I just need a break.

Furrows her brow a bit, “It’s unfortunate there is someone who makes you so uncomfortable, your party is your family. I do hope the problem resolves in time. I am glad you have found a place of respite.” Gesturing the stool on her left side Seraphina offers Scarlet her company. “Care to sit?” Dipping her bread into the stew she she lets it sop for a moment before taking another bite thinking on her words and the pickle she is in.

Giving the not-corpse plenty of time to enter ahead of her, Morgan finally makes her way inside the pillow fort...and is immediately awestruck by the nature of the enchantment upon it.  She spends the next twenty minutes just examining everything in sight, trying to get a feel for how the enchantment works.

I would love to.... But I would rather go into our pillow fort if you don't mind.... Feel free to come in!

"Well,  I put the stew on a low burn in the kitchen to keep it warm, but it won't cook as fast." The dwarf goes back to the fort and sees morgan inside. " How does it look, Morgan? It might be able to fit on a handkerchief if I find the right one." Yerandell goes into his bag to look through his inventory for the appropriate magical item.

Morgan blinks at the dwarf's words.

"Umm...what?  What might fit on a handkerchief?"