So it got set up!
Where is Mr. Hammer?
I know me, my Exorcist buddy and some strange Bird-man
were catching the next caravan to Medretsma,
so we could try and pick up the trail…
But some Dumb-luck bard somehow
ended up being at point zero of the event,
followed by getting shit-faced drunk
and getting robbed by a Devious Midget,
not even noticing a Dark Assassin
waltzing through his new room!
Did the Lizard Fool even notice
the “explosive” bar fight
involving that Flea-Bag Merc?
What in Stone’s name is going on here?!?!
*Disclaimer; Dwarves don’t like change very often,
especially when they don’t understand it.