To the Underdark

(This is a a work in progress. Rogue's, Wizard's and Druid's paths are done.)

(Prologue in third person)

One fine morning our merry band of halfling heroes returns from the forest, having finished the perilous task of collecting bulaberries for the town bakery, and expecting a big piece of bulaberry pie each for reward.

Leading from the front is Paladin, who observes the basket with watchful eye, lest sneaky Rogue might steal a berry for himself.

Muttering behind him is Wizard, who proclaims they would have found the berries long ago, if only they would have listened to him and not Druid.

Druid in turn trots behind and is in animated conversation with a sparrow, which has landed on his shoulder.

Last in line are Fighter and Cleric, with Fighter lovingly polishing his newest axe, while also making sure frail Cleric is not just admiring nature's beauty, but also keeping pace.