Boztun Badlands, Klos 15th, 350AC, 16:30  (dusk, 31 degrees, new moon)

The four of you step out of a shimmering portal, and into a hall of stone and ceramic.  Its high ceiling is supported by four columns.  The center of the room is slightly depressed from the edges, like a shallow pit.  Metal chains hang from the ceiling and attach to a platform just ahead of you and to your right.  The room is lit by several silvery glow plants in pots.

In the center of the ‘pit’ is a young man wearing duralloy plate armor (no helmet).  He is armed with a long metal staff, each end covered with a smooth dark material.  As you step through, the man’s back is to you and he appears to be guarding an entrance on the far side of the room.  However he quickly pivots to face you and stands at the ready.  He has dark eyes and tightly curled hair.  “Ohh!  Uhh, have you sick or wounded?”

A young true woman, of average height, overmuscled (for the average woman), is sitting on the edge of the platform.  She wears a short sleeved shirt and pants made of a fine light blue material, and wears a canvis pack on a belt.   As you enter, she quickly stands to her feet and looks at your group.  (Arvak, see your private post)