As far as Ocheliad go, "interesting" involves fights (both food and fist), explosions, chases, pranks, gnome antics, arguments, magical duels, druids hiding under the furniture ready to pounce on unsuspecting passersby and anything else that might be found in a primary school dining hall, mercenary barracks or your local asylum. It would be hard to tell a riot apart from a party, and in the Ocheliad, the two are often the same thing.
Even during its quieter times, the common room hums with activity. At any hour of the day there are Ocheliad getting off duty and seeking food or a couch to crash on. It's rare for the billiards tables to not be in use and thanks to the druids, space near the fire is always at a premium.
The furniture in the common room is all made out of heavy wood. A sign on one wall reminds occupants that breaking the furniture, whether for use in an upcoming brawl or during an occurring brawl, is strictly against the rules. Some artistic member of the Ocheliad carved a rough hewn picture into the wooden sign featuring a humanoid figure urinating off the edge of the sign. The rest of the furniture in the common room fares little better. The servants in the tower regularly must replace this couch or that table after something gets broken.
Despite all this, one chair always sits alone, unoccupied and untouched by Ocheliad mischief. Imperon's high backed, overstuffed easy chair is by far the cleanest piece of furniture in the massive room. It is also the most luxurious and the most sought after. But rumors persist that it eats people and the Ocheliad all avoid it.
Almost all, at least. Katryia the druid has never shown a single ounce of fear of either the chair or its owner. Her continued survival, despite directing so much of her energy towards annoying, frustrating and hampering the Ocheliad's lord and master, continues to amaze the rest of the Ocheliad.
This day the white panther was curled up in the chair, her feline head propped up by one arm rest while one of her back legs and tail d#*** over the other. Fast asleep, the feral druid purred to herself. Her tail twitches this way and that as she dreams and her nose twitches now and then.
A chicken wing, attached to a string, attached to a fishing pole held by a young woman named Sathrasa slowly lowered itself down in front of the dreaming druid. Sathrasa, a girl form Gilneas, was a scout, thief and general trouble maker within the Ocheliad. She sat on the back of a nearby couch, her feet on the cushions. With a brown slouch hat pushed down almost over her eyes and a fisherman's vest thrown over her customary leathers, the worgen's impression of a fisherman was just good enough to evoke laughter from nearby Ocheliad.
In her sleep, Katryia sniffed the air and flexed her claws. Sathrasa gently nudged her pole forward, letting the chicken wing, fresh from the kitchens, swing near the cat's nose. Katryia's neck stretched out toward the chicken and Sathrasa reeled in the line a little, pulling the morsel out of her reach. The cat frowned, but her eyes remained closed and she remained soundly asleep.
When she settled down, the chicken wing was lowered back into range. "If she wakes up while you're messing with her dreams," said a tall draenei female sitting near Sathrasa, "she's likely to be very cranky."
"Oh relax, Kolli," Sathrasa said to the other woman, "she never wakes up, not when she's sleeping in the boss' chair." Kolli rolled her one good eye. Standing over seven feet tall and missing her left horn, Kolli was a rather imposing sight. She absolutely towered over the much smaller Sathrasa. Yet it was Sathrasa who was teasing the sleeping druid and the much larger Kolli who was reading.
Sathrasa dangled the chicken wing just a little too close to Katryia's mouth. The druid's head snapped forward and engulfed the treat. "Dangit," Sathrasa said, "she wasn't supposed to be that fast." Sathrasa hauled back on the fishing pole, trying to retrieve her bait, but even asleep Katryia was not about to let go of food. So the worgen hauled harder, and Katryia pulled back.
There was an ominous creak and Sathrasa's wooden fishing rod shattered. The top half snapped forward, pulled by the taut line, and slammed into Katryia's forehead. The druid awoke, hissing and spitting. The chicken wing ended up in Kolli's lap.