The Sentinel and Void Knight are sitting at the bar complaining about being httin’ on all day.
The Spellblade is icy cool, and burning up the dance floor!
The Sorcerer wants to convince the Sentinel to stand in front of him.
The Necromancer is sitting at a table for six.
The Lich is about to get kicked out for dripping some viscous goop unto the floor.
The Beastmaster is fuming at the innkeeper for letting the Necromancer’s pets in, but not his wolves or bear!
The Shaman is sitting the corner, oblivious to all the noise, meditating.
The Rogue is nowhere to be seen.