Meanwhile, back on the grassy knoll

Exterior, day. A grassy knoll under the forest, overlooking
the beach where a Balrog, a Wizard, a Swordmaiden, a Wench (Witch?)
and two undefinables are arguing over fires, chairs and other sundries.
There appears a large blue box with a flashing light on the top. 
A door opens.

What-ho. Hmmmmmm. Where are we now then? It appears somewhat
evil here... I wonder. <fx: checks the ground> No, we're not in
the Quarry. <fx: notices the party> Goodness me. *blinks*

Well, I suppose I really ought to make my introductions, wouldn't
be polite otherwise. 

The man with the scarf strolls towards the Party.

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There is a time and a place for these things.