Drong the Soft, brother to Drong the Hard, gathered his accomplises around the table at the Grouse Head.
"There be treasure and much slaying to do down there"
The Elf sneered, while the Warrior and mercenarys eyes widened
"Treasure?"
"Oh aye, there be much down there"
Little did Drong know he was leading them to a death trap. Only minutes into their expedition into the Warlords lair they were ambushed. The Mercenary died swiftly, his head never was found, while Drong died in a violent melee. The Elf of course fled, but only after killing the rest of the ambushers and dragging the unconscious warrior out with him.
Upon their return, fools often never learn, a dwarf Slayer known only as Drengi accompanied them. They told little of their quest, only that they returned with many rats ears, a lot fo tacticle maps and a very big pice of amulet. Oh and a S**t load of money