There we were. Just minding our own business in the tavern when we were accosted by a Gladiator with a chip on his/its shoulder. He unwisely decided to pick a fight with our resident Goliath and hilarity ensued from there. We promptly trashed him and his pal then left town in a hurry to avoid our elven “friends”. We had to stop to take refuge from yet another infernal “dark and scary” silt storm after which we found one of our crodlus had gone walkabout. We went searching for the infernal beast and finally found it and a spooky cave….