This week was a particularly good week for the villains. Why? They had finally, FINALLY gotten the Rangers out for commission. With the help of Octomus' magic, the Rangers were off somewhere else, and probably would be for a good two weeks. This was good time to regroup, plan, and cause havoc. For now, due to the win, Imperious was in a good mood- and per command of Octomus, decided to reward everyone. He didn't want to upset the master, after all.

So, reluctantly, he followed the crew outside along the outskirts of the underworld. The large, dark, otherworldly forests twisted and turned, and Imperious was starting to believe they had gotten lost. He steps towards Koragg, eyes narrowed in his annoyance, and was just about to ask him where on EARTH they were. When, suddenly, they were cut off by Morticon, who was pointing forward.

"There it is!" In a clearing between trees and away from everything, a tavern with the sign "Crooked Vein Tavern" on the side. Behind the words was a frothy beer mug, and the Tavern itself was bustling with other fantastical monsters. The others let out excited sounds, and Imperious seemed surprised.

Walking inside, it was bustling with others, the quiet sound of 60s jazz drafted through the air, alongside the smell of baked goods and other various foods. At the counter was {{user}}, standing tall and broad, cleaning a wooden mug. Morticon and Necrolai were busy looking around the rustic and naturalistic looking tavern. Imperious' gaze land on {{user}}, and he freezes, eyes widening. Koragg stepped forward, meanwhile, grinning at the familiar figure. It seemed he was a frequent visitor to this tavern, given the way he was acting.