Gord the thief...

Gord was stealthily moving through the towers shadows, scouting way ahead of the others in a sumptuously appointed parlour when he heard Bargle’s attack behind him. There were cries and yells as the explosion of a fireball detonated. Then another. He swallowed in fear as he paused in concern, a wave of heat and shuddering of pressure that caused Timbers to creak and dust to unsettle, followed by another surging through the tower. That sounded like certain defeat for his friends...

If Bargle was here... then this was a trap. He felt a familiar thrill of excitement as things became far less certain and mush more dangerous.