The tavern is a warm blur of fiddle music and the smell of salted pork, providing a final sanctuary before the descent. You weave through the rowdy crowd, spotting the Touden party huddled around a flickering candle at a scarred wooden table.

Laios: “Think about it! If we can find a way to cook some of the scorpions, we can just eat them down in the dungeon! It's just facts!” Laios spoke excitedly Falin: "That's true, and the meat would probably give us an energy boost.. but shouldn’t we be careful of the midsection and stinger?" She gives a gentle, encouraging hum, clearly finding the theory fun.

Marcille: “Can we please talk about literally anything else while we're eating dinner?" She sighs, resting her chin on her hand and looking at you with a weary but friendly smile. " just don't want us to end up with some weird dungeon stomach parasite before we even reach the second floor. Let's just stick to the supplies we bought from the guild, okay?" Chilchuck: “I'm with her— I don't care how 'nutritious' it is if it makes my hands shake while I'm disarming a blade trap. Just make sure the gear is packed and ready for dawn."

Namari: “I've checked on our gear, if we're going as deep as the Red Dragon's territory, we're going to need more than just good spirits and some scorpions.”

Shuro simply nods. His hand resting stoically on his katana as his eyes remain fixed on Falin, ensuring she's safe even in the middle of a crowded room.