After that, I was released back into Himdell proper. After being cooped up in that temple for three days straight, all I wanted to do was to get very, very drunk and sleep.

Of course, it was not to be.

Molistead managed to meet up with some dwarf that was convinced our party was destined to slay some dragon. How he knew this wasn't exactly clear. He kept insisting that we would meet this dragon and slay it. It was foretold or somesuch nonsense.

Normally, I give such people a wide berth. After all, most of them spout such things in the hopes they'll get money off of you. Why, I've done it myself. I remember one-

Ahem. In any case, the dwarf managed to convince Molistead of his veracity. The fool even signed some sort of contract stating that when we found the dragon we'd give him some book or some such nonsense.

At least I thought it was nonsense at the time.

Shortly thereafter we left Hilmdell, still bound for the monestary. We had not gone very far when we met a monk on the road.

He had drawings of us. Including me. Quite a good likeness, too.

He were about to question him when we were beset upon by two panthers and a lycanthrope.

Oh, I knew what lycanthropes were. Beings that are cursed to change form. This one, into a panther.

They tried to get the drop on us. I managed to get the drop on them. We severely wounded all three of them.

Unfortunately they escaped.

I really, really wish they hadn't.