Taco Merlin, Magnus, You Ready?

Several dozen bugbears have crammed themselves into clark's cavern. They slam their enormous bodies together in rhythm songs bellowed loud enough to loose stalactites from the ceiling above. Spiced, dripping meats from indiscernible animals hang on spits over roaring fires. Dire wolves howl over hulking bones gifted to them by their generous masters. And at the centre of it all, candle nights bush adorned with gilded lanterns and bloody skull ornaments alights the celebration. So, taco merlin, magnus, how are you enjoying yourselves at the bug bar?