The party gets gargoyled as they attempt to break into The Lonley Torch watchtower, base of the Night Blades bandit outfit.

A massive wall of writhing tangleweed blocks the path to the ancient Elven watchtower on the hill in the distance. The party puts the clues together with the help of some high rolls and rides the momentum to spontaneously invent The Golden Tripod. Thokk says 'Farts' again and it becomes his canonical catchphrase. Aerika experiences an outpouring of emotion. Limerick reflects on her life choices.

Sheriff Ruth Wilowmane is 5 tankards of fermented goat's milk deep and it's 8 in the morning. The perfect amount of buzz to relate the history of a shadowy organization known as the Night Blades and the reasons why our party of adventurers have been hired in the first place. Hit die are expended during a short rest as Limerick introduces the party to her wordplay wizardry.

Limerick, Aerika and Thokk get their combat prowess tested for the first time and attempt to pull together as a team; copious whiffing ensues.

The battle takes a dramatic turn as we learn what these forest bandits are made of inside and out. The party meets up with the contact that hired them.

Our party of contract adventurers meet up for the first time in a carriage on their way to a gig. The chatty carriage driver gets the story rolling by conveniently sparking some conversation.