The Worst Adventure in the World

> Shit it's a Dorukardia!

How did that even fit in theeeeere


BAD END, TRY AGAIN

> An adventuring party going to loot the temple Sagecroft grows at.

A burly young man in a loincloth pops out of the bush, adjusting his sole article of clothing.

"Hail, fair ma–... old cro–... Er, uh... Hail."

"Uh, hi there."

"Prithee, dost thou know the way to the temple they call the Halls of Stone?"

You think for a few seconds. You think that might be the same place as you're headed. Well, it never pays to look uncertain!

"Oh, yeah, actually. I was just headed there myself."

"Superlative! My companions and I were just off to broach its depths, and directions would be most helpful. On top of that, you appear to be one familiar with the arcane arts, and our troupe lacks suck a specialist at the moment. It is an unforgivable oversight! Wouldst thou join us?"

"Well, it's nice of you to notice, but I'm not really..."

"Surely thou art a caster, then?

Well, you guess you are one of those. And you were heading there. WIll you go with this guy and his companions that you don't see?