Byllka Forest, badder guest hut, Klos 19th, 350AC, 08:00  (dawn, 38 degrees, crescent moon)

Early morning is much darker under the byllka pods, but as the dim light filters in, the gate at the large tower slowly swings open.  A group of badders move out into the open, head down the main path, and stop in front of your hut.

16 badder warriors look you over, gripping their weapons.  Some are snarling and sneering, while others look bored.  Another badder steps forward, and you see that he is dressed rather differently than the others.  Rather than leather or metal armor, he wears clothing made of some sort of dark plant fiber, upon which a mozaic of colorful flat smooth objects have been attached.  They may be made of plastic, glass, insect shell, or other substances.  He carries a dark wooden cane with a metal tip, and a metal handle shaped like a lizards head.

The badder looks at your group with sharp glaring yellow eyes.  There is an odd heavy feeling in the air.  He starts to speak in the snarling badder tongue, and as he does so, each of you can somehow understand him, as if you spoke badder!  “His greatness, the mighty king, Rrullka, has decreed that you outsiders (“shrak’l”) may enter the city of Sarka.  You have been sponsored by Sir Cyr and shall stay as his guests.  You have been granted an audience with the king tomorrow evening.  We will now escort you inside.”  He gestures towards the tower with his cane…