Root of the issue

There must be some invisible force that ether brings adventures together in times of need. Or its some cosmic joke that makes trouble happen whenever they do. Purhaps both.

A brief fellowship

I Should be lounging on a couch being fed grapes by a Lion blood Tabaxi who’s chest i so rugged it could be used as an anvil. Not slogging my way to a goblin camp because the little blighters have been stealing cattle.