I, Wulf Son of Wulf Son of the Wilderness am no stranger to beasts of this world. So, I will advise you to go no further if you are weak of heart because after a night of merriment and investigation at the King’s Field Inn our adventures found themselves in a thicket of mahiam on the streets of Greenest. In the fever pitch of the riots three times a bell tolled, announcing the arrival of a blue dragon. Moat House Gold, along with some well met soldiers, charged towards the Greenest garrison to await what will come.