In the distance, towering over the surrounding hellscape, the castle sits surrounded and defended by a myriad of lava lakes and sulphurous vents, the vast majority of them releasing gouts of dark gasses in very systematic and very predictable intervals. \tYou have arrived at the ''Embassy to Hell''.\n\t\n\tThe Embassy looms over you like a twisted amalgamation of wicked black metal and hellish, unholy fire. There was even a warranty slip pasted behind the main entrance, just in case any of the equipment broke under the strain of whatever musclebound followers you may have living with you.>\n\n\t>Malkorok the Muscular has moved in with you. Illuminated by flickering torches hanging off the cold, stone bricks, the dungeons are nonetheless well furnished with plush furniture decorated with chains and manacles and all manners of kinky torture machines.
Illumination comes from several candle chandeliers and a few stoves even!>As befitting of a dark tower, the underground dungeons have been refurbished to house your guests. It is now clean, well lit, and furnished with some basic amenities like a stove and what strangely appears to be an upside down washing machine.>Your guest room is fancy! There are now carpets and rugs and little bean bag chairs no one seems to be using. That aside, there is nothing too spectacular about its design.>Your guest room has been decorated a little. \t>Your guest room is a little cramp and simply furnished. \n\n\t"I //knew// you'd show up about now >," grunts the minotaur, his mighty pecs heaving so massively you swore you heard his suit start to tear, "Now where to? I've got one of the most high-tech busses on the planet and it'd be a shame if you'd rather just sit here and admire it." \n\n\t]\n\t]\n\t]\n\t]\n\t]\n\t]\n\t]\n\n\t]\n
\n\n\tThe Bus Lord >\n\n\tUpon spotting you, Jake grins and sits up straight. \tAs you approach the Bus Stop, you spot Jake's bright orange bus parked and waiting for you.
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