The heavy wooden door creaked open as Tim, Matilda, and Eric stepped into the Spedrunker. The cave-carved tavern sprawled before them, its rocky walls panelled with weathered wood planks that gave the subterranean space an almost cozy feel.
Bioluminescent mushrooms sprouted from cracks in the stonework, casting a soft blue-green glow that supplemented the flickering torches mounted along the walls. Behind the bar stood a squat, many-eyed bartender methodically polishing a glass, while to their right, slumped at a corner table, sat the Troll Patrol nursing a glowing purple drink.
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"Well, that's unexpected," Matilda muttered, recognising the three-headed troll immediately.
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Tim's helmet turned toward the dejected-looking patrol. "Didn't expect to see them here."
Eric stayed close to his companions, eyeing the dartboard near the entrance and the "PRIVATE" sign above the back room with equal nervousness. The air smelled of fermented bog berries and damp rock, with an underlying hint of SOMETHING that made his nose twitch.
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