27 Calistril, 4725 AR — a few hours

Sakhan is a minotaur champion with a nose ring and the disposition of someone who has made peace with the fact that every conversation ends in violence. He was waiting for us at Lifel, which was on fire.

We tried to talk first. We always try to talk first. The party opened negotiations in the way they open most negotiations: Devon said something, someone else said something more direct, and then there was a fight. Sakhan, for the record, clapped excitedly at several points during the fight. Not sarcastically. He seemed genuinely delighted.

The party won. They declared, upon conclusion, that they were eating steak.

They ate steak.

His nose ring was stolen at some point. I have my suspicions about who and elected not to record them.

Lifel was still on fire when we left. Some things are outside even the Dungeoneers’ scope.