The Cursekeeper

Decisions

After getting licenses for all three horses (Arthur didn't feel right about getting a license for Lilly), Arthur let the mounts go out to the edge of town to the horse corral where others left their horses. After signing them in and receiving a suspicious look from the corral owner, Arthur made his way over to the saloon where the others were waiting for him.

"Find anythin' out?" he said lowly.

"Not much," O'Callaghan said with a frown. "It's hard to know what questions to ask without my seer eye."

"We didna have much luck, either," Lugh whispered. "Should we try askin' in here?"

"Yeah. I guess the head honcho Prince Valentine owns this," Arthur said, pointing at the building. "I don't know where he ran off to, though."

"Was he nice, at least?" O'Callaghan asked.

"He seemed okay."

The group walked up to the saloon doors. "Just tah forewarn ya, Sasanach, the interior of these buildings are uh...different," Lugh said.

"Whatchu mean?"

Lugh pointed at the saloon doors with a smirk. "Just go in."

With a slightly annoyed expression and a shake of his head, Arthur pushed the doors open. He was immediately bombarded by darkness, red fog and very strange sounds.

Play music here

"What the hell?" Arthur said out loud once his eyes adjusted to the changing in light.

It was still dark, but odd colored flashes of light paraded around the room without thought or reason as to where they would go next. There was a long, rectangular bar with people wearing different colored dragon horns on their heads standing inside the space. They were dressed in very little clothing and Arthur gulped at some of the women. Above the bar were mirrors on the ceiling along with long, brightly lit dragon horn displays, the horns twisting and turning in different directions. People were sitting at circular tables with drinks and what Arthur could only assume were drugs.

"Brigid is gonna kill me fer being in here," Lugh chuckled, his eyes wandering to the women walking around with most of their flesh exposed to the cool, club air.

"Luckily, she isn't here right now," Darrach said. "She's helping make arrangements for Cahira's arrival tomorrow...but Tora said she'll tattle if you keep letting your eyes wander."

Lugh proceeded to merely stare at the floor. "Hopefully we'll be done with this mess by then," Arthur mumbled, his eyes studying the shades of blue, green and red inside the bar.

People sat at stools, sipping on their drinks and laughing away as they talked to others. The room was a lot bigger than the building was and in the back there was an elevator.

"It would seem the theme of this place is...futuristic," Darrach pointed out. "Not what I expected five hundred years from now, but...it's not bad."

"I'm gonna do all my drinkin' at home if the future looks and sounds like this," Arthur remarked.

"I believe the genre of music is called techno. Or is it electro? Is it both?"

"This is music?" Arthur laughed in a hushed but surprised voice.

Darrach laughed. "Yes. It's typically for techno enthusiasts...and based on what I'm researching...heh heh, this "internet" thing they have is just lovely...oh. Ooh. Interesting. Could uh, could you wonderful gentlemen scour out the place for where the music is coming from?"