Caedon arrived at the hall early enough to mingle with the revelers in the great hall. Among these were a pair of dwarves who had challenged one another to a contest of gluttony, as their stout people are wont to do. Lacking in ale that was to their taste, these two shaggy men had determined to measure the length of their beards by vying to see which among them could eat the most eggs and bacon.
Soon enough our hero’s attention was ripped from the contesting dwarves by the sound of dishes clattering to the floor. A servant picked himself up from a scattering of shattered plates on the floor and fled from before the towering abomination that loomed over him. The creature stood a head taller than Caedon. Its dark skin appeared unnaturally rough and thick. An aura of cruel menace emanated from the beast, helped in no small part by the large, leathery wings folded behind its back.
Caedon shrugged off his fear and strode forward. He asked the beast what might have cause the servant to rush away in such terror. The monster looked down upon him with hunger in its fearsome eyes and growled, “I ordered it to bring me a living goat to devour.”
Before the conversation could continue, Caedon, the abomination, and the two fattening dwarves were summoned to the Maester’s chambers.
The room was richly appointed, with many a tapestry and fixtures of oiled wood. Other brave adventurers were present in that place to learn for what mysterious purpose they had been summoned. Chairs of wondrous artifice arose from floor at the bidding of a servant and most of those present settled down to await their host, though the querulous abomination attempted in vain to rip his chair from the floor.
Shortly, the Maester arrived and greeted his guests. These included the corpulent dwarves, still licking bacon grease from their beards and glowering at having their feast interrupted. These introduced themselves as Valain, a fierce warrior of his clan, and Morteran, a shaman of the draconic arts. The abomination introduced himself as (???) and demanded that the purpose of this gathering be stated soon, lest he rip the Maester asunder. Another human there was, besides our hero: a cleric of sorts, with an odd manner and a face that simply screamed “WINNING!” Caedon introduced himself as well and the Maester was about to begin speaking when he was interrupted by a tiny creature that came hopping out of the shadowy corners of the room shouting “Bubbles! Bubbles! Bubbles!” and dragging a ragged stuffed bugbear.
The Maester nodded his head and smiled at the dimwitted creature. It quieted and he continued.
The Maester explained that he had summoned the assembled party to aid him in a quest of great import. He believed that he had learned the location of a relic of immense power: The Hand of Midas. If the brave adventurers would aid him by retrieving this relic, he would ensure that they lacked for nothing in the future. Driven by his love for adventure, Caedon stepped forward and was the first to volunteer for this exciting adventure. He was followed by the dwarf Morteran, who muttered something about “more gold than he could dream of” as he waddled forward. The others soon followed and the guild charter was drawn up.
Following the business in the Maester’s rooms the party went their separate ways. Caedon took herself to a busy square and performed the epic tale of Figward and his magic shield. On the morrow he would meet the others at the market and they would make final preparations for their journey into the wilds.