Zeb is in a small room with an old green leather sofa and a large round coffee table that is covered with stickers and graffiti. A cheap chandelier is hanging from the ceiling, draped with dozens of old ties. Cold air comes from the mouth of a crumbling brick fireplace. There's a packet of glitterstim spice on the table, and Zeb is carrying Truffle, an obsidian stone, a spiked black steel mace, and an orc skull helmet. The room has three exits: one to the dance floor, one through the fireplace to the catacombs, and one that leads back the way Zeb came.

taken in #backstage