Jimmy boy, how the hell do you do it?

Two weeks ago I was sipping warm wine at a bar in Kestizar, on the make and looking for a set of deep pockets to scam. My good fingers were twitching, simply itching to grip a bit of gold.

My bar tab was getting called in, it was big too, and I didn't have a shaving of gold to pay it off, it looked like I'd have to pull another fast one. Well, just in time this entourage of adventurers comes into the bar. A chubby little halfling who looked too well fed. His burly bodyguard, a serious frowner with a few lockpicks short of a set. And there was this fancy pants wizard who looked like he had real deep pockets, he had this on big hat that said "call me Mark." Bamo, I had my targets.

A few nips into their pockets and my bar tab was paid off. We all got to talking and I got myself some work with them. Going to rescue someones brother or something? All that matters is I had my new friend Mark close by. Mark and his fat coin purse.

Nobody told me we'd end up on the wart end of the world's ass. A stinking bog that smells like Nana's armpit after a summer walk.

We trekked out to this big tree and I get a good handful of coin out my new buddies. But even better we find some sort of hide out in the giant tree. Deep down in the roots of the tree we find this pretty Dame, a real corker. She's been cursed to stand on this plinth. I promised I'd get her out of there. Long story short, the shit hit the fan when some bulbous monsters found us and we high tailed it out of there. Old fancy hat Mark got mullered by a gator on the way back to camp, shame I didn't fish more gold out of those deep pockets. But I got myself a pretty damsel to save, shes a singer too, just like yours truly. After I rescue her maybe I'll put her to work and we can form a travelling duet - we'll sing love songs. I don't even know her name.