“Out with it Jamwine”. The grizzly old barkeep belched. “What happened out there on this adventure of yours?”
“Twas no adventure.” Jamwine muttered. “More or less a bumbling trek of timidity.”
He went on to tell his tales of false specters, scone chasing, and the most humiliating chase through the Bindbole Wood.
“But tell us, what of the Dwarven Caravan? What was it you uncovered that bodes so grim?”
“I should not reveal so hastily” Jamwine returned with a hiss. “The dwarves 4 they were. Gobli, Bunkin, Blob and Oink. A map I found hidden in ruins of the woods. The four of them and I sought out in search of promised gold. We found gold in fact, but in addition something far darker in fact.”
“What became of these dwarven friends?” Loamsdown peered in curiosity.
Suddenly, a crash was heard from outside the Inn. The two hobbits spun swiftly towards the noise. As they focused befuddled eyes on the source of clamouring, it was clear they were not alone. For outside the pub windows was a huddling of small slimy characters, reaching over one another in an attempt to get a peek inside the tavern. Crude steel makeshift spears and hatchets clinked together as the numbers grew larger.
“Goblins” the hobbits growled with a tremble...