Our heroes await the will of Sulchea’s town council, which may determine the viability of their plan to aid its people. Shabba purchases a herd. Tokas bought it after all. Azlo’s throat is at stake.

Our heroes hold a celebration to thank those who were instrumental in their victory. Tokas attempts to redraw the lines of succession. Shabba puts the ball in the mayor’s court. Azlo’s head is heavy.

With only the mysteries of the untold depths awaiting him, Shabba plunges into the bowels of the earth. Tokas gets worried. Azlo stays the course. Stripey wheels and deals.

With the fight leaning in their favor, our heroes must find a way to finish the job despite the obstacle they have unwittingly thrown into their own path. Tokas takes off in hot pursuit. Shabba exercises inadvertent restraint. Azlo won’t stop the healin’.

Our heroes and their allies stand before the cave’s gaping maw, ready to face whatever may come. Tokas gets slime-timed. Azlo circumvents the material. Shabba commands the back line.

Our heroes seek an audience with Belvera, Mayor of Sulchea, in efforts to aid the town with its troll problem. Azlo gives an inspiring speech. Shabba’s rangey senses tingle. Tokas does some extreme longstriding.

Our heroes spend a week immersed in smooth golden bliss before falling into a convenient gig as caravan guards on their journey toward Tyv’s capital. Shabba makes peace talks. Tokas makes a show of force. Azlo makes a deductive leap.

A friendly neighborhood spice merchant offers to connect our heroes with the upper crust of Mosnalim. Azlo sets his sights. Shabba takes a bath. Tokas solves a long-standing mystery.

Alternate weaponry is the name of the game as our heroes are beset upon by a strange creature from beneath their very feet. Tokas goes ham. Azlo gets psyched. Shabba blades out.

Having dispatched the gnollish threat, our heroes assess their surroundings and find a strange reward awaiting them. Shabba browbeats. Tokas makes it plain. Azlo acknowledges a betrayal.