“Tavern night started as usual: rotters scrambling for chairs, the usual shit talking, and even some Brewfest merriment as Olmert modeled the latest in beer hat fashion. All of this was turned on it’s head when the first volley of molotov cocktails were thrown through the downstairs and upstairs windows. Flushed out from our den, and caught off guard we escaped from the burning building only to be greeted by a lot of mortal fools sporting the tabard of the Scarlet Crusade…. -U”

Tavern night was well attend, with most of us in good cheer. It’s Brewfest, even we can enjoy this holiday.

Scarlets before us, and a burning building to our back…we were pinned down.