“Hitting the road, with your wagons and followers in tow, you wonder what the winding way has stored for you this time? Wolves? Trolls? Something altogether more sinister? There’s no way to know. You can only push forward. And that is precisely why you push through this bleak landscape. To surprise yourself. There was nothing …
“Yeh ever been ta the Screaming Duckling? Up on the east side? Yea, tha’s the one! Awesome ale they got there, but stay outta the bogs, I hear they’s haunted by a shit-daemon! Ha! Wha’s aboot the Rough Arse? Down the Southway? Yea, the one with the one armed barmaid. Blimey, she’ll give ya a …
“You say you’re heading out to the caves up in the mountains? Well, I’ve got just what you need: climbing spikes, rope, hooks, shovels, pick axes, crowbars, compasses, chalk, perfume and… …what do you mean you won’t need perfume in the caves? Haven’t you heard of the stinkgoblins?”
