“Private...guild...club?” says Houston as he takes a deep breath.
“Nice, quiet dinner you said?” says Eric as he eyes expand and he mouth gapes open.
“Welcome to the Hellsmouth, boys,” I say as I activate the Third Eye incantation for my own amusement.
It is hard to describe the Hellsmouth. All of the furniture is carved directly out of the black infernal rock that makes up the pocket dimension, and it is polished to a mirror shine. The green light of hellfire lamps bounces off of all of the reflective surfaces. The entire club is an inverted step-pyramid layout. The first level is the dining area. Corridors off the dining area lead to the kitchens and private conference rooms. Go down the steps to the second level and you have the bar where people congregate for drinks and conversation
