A dark rainy night in Moetown

*as rain pours down in Moetown, a dark hooded figure moves through the city towards the city tavern. He opens the door and after having a quick look around the place takes a seat in the back corner of the pub. He lifts his hood and motions for the pub's server.*
Excuse me, I'd like a pint of your finest ale.

*Steam evaporated off another hooded figure that rushed into the tavern. Moe gave him a nod and he quickly rushed down into Moe's cellar. Moments later he appeared back with a keg of ale.*

Where do you want this Moe?

*Moe quickly points to the appropriate spot while he gets the hooded man his finest ale, that was just brought up by the still steaming cinder.*

*after paying for his ale and taking a few swigs, the man at the bar takes notice of the steaming man.*
I don't mean to be rude but,*he whispers to the barkeep*What's with that guy?

My name is Sid, pleased to make your acquaintance. I think that I will be signing up for the MOLD tournament until I get to know a few people around here.
*Sid signs his name on Moe's waver*
So, when is this grand reopening that you were talking about?

Moe reaches underneath the counter and pulls out a big stack of random papers. Placing the newly signed waiver on top of the stack, then shoves everything back underneath the counter. Well you see, the schedule still hasn't been set. But you can check back frequently and I am sure to have updates.

Wow, there are quite a few contestants! This is sure to be an exciting event when it eventually happens!
*Sid drinks some of his ale*
What about you Genasi?*he motions to the Ashen Reaper*Will you be competing as well? You seem like a pretty capable guy.

Another comes bounding down the stairs. Good day people of Moe’s. The cold fire brightly flickered off his brow as a cheerful flame. He then begins rushing around the room quite gracefully greeting most guests, except for the really angry looking ones. How you doing today Tom? How’s the missus and the mistress? Did you ever get that ulcer checked out?

A dragonborn walks into the bar. The fire in the lamps flickers off his pail blue scales. He appears very young yet he still walks with a long staff. He walks up to the bar and has a seat. "I hear word of a tournament and would like to enter"

Ahhhhh another dragonborn contestant from Ihk Tiichi? You sign up right here with me. Moe hands the dragonborn a waiver form. This form state that Moe and the city of Moetown are not responisible for any injuries you may sustain while in the arena or any of its subsequent facilities, be them mental or physical. However we will provide you with a proper beheading if you contract any disease such as: Rabies, HHV, lupine parvovirus, or any of the many zombie virus strains.

Well lets see, I know I have a map here somewhere. Moe rummages trough a cubbord nearby. Grim, I mean Coal! Where did we put those extra maps? The cheerful fire person skipped and jump on his way over to where Moe and the Dragonborn traveler were talking. Well I do believe you put them cubbord with all the job requests. If Coal is right they should be there. Moe aquired a map from the cubbord and handed it to the dragonborn as he took the waiver. Frosty is it?

Woah Mr. Frosty sir, Coal thinks you are putting of some major waves of arcana magic. He closes his eyes and the flames on his head begin to grow more intense, and his szuldar(marking on a Genasi's body that are similar to a fingerprint) glows hot red. Excuse me but Coal must make his exit. He begins to head toward the stairs when he colapses in pain.

Spoiler:

Coal/Grim's flame slowly went out and he began to shiver. Normally he has better control over the transformational process. Can someone please take him to his room he needs to lie down for a bit?

FINALLY, A GOOD IDEA! Lets have some drinks! I'd like four of your largest Ails! Frosty says loudly in the bar.