So many years people have been coming to the Rusty Dagger, and still nobody ever noticed the thick wooden door in the shadows. But now there was a sound coming from it, a dull *thud* *thud* echoing through the room. A few tavern goers located the source of the sound to be coming from the door, but it was locked tight.

"Hey Trub, whats that racket and what's behind this door?" Falaanla said. "I'm not sure why, but I've never noticed it before."

Trub gave an unknowing shrug, "We always thought it was a walled up closet or something, haven't been able to open that door since we first moved into the place."

There was a gentle click and the door nob turned. The door swung open and a Iksar stepped out.

"Thorndike?" several from the crowd said with wonder.

"It took some work, but I think this room will do fine! I can't believe you've never done anything with the place! Come on inside folks, welcome to The Rusty Daggers newest addition. The Gallery!"




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