So a couple of sailor types wandered into the tavern I was drinking at and gloated of some such treasure across the sea. I had been distracted by the bloody dragon patron and a little gnome donned in bear furs upon their entry, but even the faintest chance of coin was enough to at least pique my curiosity. Besides, too much competition in Stoneport, and my blades are getting rusty. So, along with a group of… merry fellows, I decided to accompany the sailor folk and left for their galleon docked at the pier.
Apparently the planets had aligned in such a way that we were ambushed from the sea by a damned octopus, while at the same time, the little bear gnome angered the fiercest and most belligerent of creatures! The shrubbery!
Jokes aside, I must say, that shrub did a number on the old gnome and me. Though in my defense, I was only a few drinks in. I left the tentacles to that dragon’s fire and helped the gnome take down the shrub. And wouldn’t you know it? The octopus wasn’t slayed by the dragon. Nor the elves who had came along with us. But by the gnome! It seems the lad is more than just a jester in bear furs.
Hopefully the same can be said about the others when the time comes. The world is a dangerous place for halflings with an itch the thieves’ itch!