Sitting with your back to the wall, you down your last grog-filled mug. Your hairy arms instinctively reach in the pouch at your side for coin. None. You glance at your ragtag companions, a tall wiry Elf with bluish-blonde hair, and a squat Dwarf with a flaming red bird. Uh-uh, they say with their eyes...

Just then, the door to the Whining Red Dragon swings abreast. A man peeks through the doorway and shouts, "The goblins are here!"