Sarka, marketplace, mindrenders, Klos 19th, 350AC, 12:19  (underground, 65 degrees, crescent moon)

You walk forward towards the red pigmented hut.  The dark insects, similar to large roaches with several glowing purple spots, sit on the roof edge and perhaps watch you as you near.  The main door to the hut is flanked by columns made of mushroom stalks.  A lattice of linked animal bones cover them, and as you approach, the thick shruden doors swing open as if by magic.

You enter the dimly lit chamber beyond, and find 6 badders standing in a semi-circle before you.  The central two are wearing elaborate robes in which are inset ancient metal pieces and wires.  They are flanked by muscular guards decked out in plate armor and wielding impressive badder-sized pikes and great swords.

One of the robed badders shouts out in a booming voice:  “Kneel down in the glory of the power of the Mindrenders of Ukrul!  In what lowly and mundane task do you beg assistance??”

Everyone check their private posts!