Stepping out of the scorching sun, I peer into the shadowed interior of the Kash Bowl. As my eyes adjust to the relative gloom I finally spot Apil, propped against the bar in a near-vertical position. Caily is also in her usual spot behind the bar, but the rest of the place is empty.

"So! Where did everyone go?" I ask.

Caily scowls and Apil just grins. A giggle from my right an up a bit, draws my attention to the rafters. It appears the rest of the patrons have joined Madbat in his favorite pastime... just hanging around. Madbat looks perfectly normal in that position. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen him other than inverted. I always have to stop and think if he is smiling or frowning. The other two converts to invertism look decidedly uncomfortable. Hanging by their heels from the rafters, both Cerridwen and Tiamat try to suck their Kash through straws. I don't think it's working. Gravity and the human anatomy are working at cross purposes, and I'm not sure which will win.

Raising a questioning eyebrow at Apil, he explains that Madbat decided to throw a party at his "place". With a grin from the winged one, I am invited to join them. With an equally gregarious grin, I politely decline. I can just imagine the problems which could occur with barley husks getting stuck in ones nose.

Instead, I opt for a spot at the bar. "What happened to Mr. Muscles and the Magnificent Muna?" I enquire.

"He went off to change his drinking habit," is the slurred reply. "He took Muna with him... to tie his sash... or something." He grins, hics, and grins again, not realizing that he has just poured an entire bowl of Kash down the neck of his robes.

"And what of our Budding Beowulf? The last I heard of him, he was making the rounds of the taverns in Celtia. I suppose he thinks of that as training!"

Turning to Caily, I decide I may as well do a little training, myself. "How about a couple of bowls of the good stuff, for my friend and myself?" She obliges and makes another cryptic mark on the clay tablet which is my bar tab. "Guess I'll just hang around and wait for our Nordic friend to come back from his AW pub crawl."