To Hunt for Loot

Untied by a passing elf – who nearly got his throat crushed by Rach when he laughed before helping – we hunted for Erd and his friend. The goblins were gone, along with our hard-earned treasure.

“Well,” says Felicia, ever optimistic, “in two days, the eclipse reveals the door to Kalabore again.”

I drain my beer and call for another. “The loot in that place varies, remember? One time we only found a rotting fingerbone.”

“And a whole lot of werecats.” Vera laughs. She’s happy now that we’re at the inn.

“No,” Rach growls. “We hunt that goblin down.”