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When we last left our intrepid PCs... (OOTS, before the break.)]
She wasn't expecting a plot hole to be on the other side of the door.
Not really.
Well, maybe a convinienently placed door to, y' know, a bolt hole where they could wait for Vaarsuvius or Durkon to contact them, while the army of hobgoblins took over the Azure City.
She didn't expect a tavern, that's for damn sure.
"What the...? Did we just enter a Planescape campaign?"
There's no answer. Belkar isn't behind her. She's-- probably grateful for that for a moment, until she looks out on the bar. Well, maybe she's NOT grateful. Having a psychotic Ranger/Barbarian halfling might be helpful right now, even if the tiny clueless god of war wouldn't be much backup right this second, what with that problematic probation. After all, she's pretty sure a Lawful Good city wouldn't have a transdimensional portal to a good place hidden in a broken down shop.
On the other hand, he was carrying their very dead leader.... so now Haley's alone, without the halfing or the corpse of Roy Greenhilt. The latter might be a blessing. Roy was getting kinda manky, after all.
[Haley breaks the fourth wall and will spit out possibly canon-puncturing referances (including her own!) at will. YOU ARE WARNED!]