You head for Kazak Dong.

Pooling the money Layla has earned 'healing' and the loose change of the party members, your little band decides that you now have enough cash to buy the equipment you need for the quest to Kazak Dong. You tag along with Throbb and Vulva as they head to a general store to buy the provisions and tools. The store is fairly nondescript and you browse the clothing section whilst the two warriors haggle over the price of rations and other items. The party has agreed that your need some footware so you take a look at what's on offer. Though you're drawn to a pair of thigh high felt boots, you decide that they're impractical for you. If you need to change form you need something you can kick off quickly if you're going to grow hooves or the like. In the end you pick some simple sandals, that tie on with a leather thong round your calves.

Throbb and Vulva being the brawniest party members are loaded up with picks, shovels, ropes and sacks of food, they give you a waterskin to carry though. Soon you're ready to depart and you collect old Gromit from the tavern. Assembling in Meadowdale's square you head off past the the guard house where the two guards wave and call out to you as the party passes.

"Friends of yours?" Layla asks.

"We met briefly." You reply, blushing slightly at crude catcalls.

You head up the road, but barely go two hundred yards before Old Gromit leads you up a side track. Five minutes walk through a small wood and the dwarf stops the party and points to a cliff a few miles distant.

"There she be." Gromit announces. " The entrance to Kazak Dong lies at the foot of those cliffs."

"What?" Vulva growls. "That's it? What was all that bullshit about knowing the secret path? You could have pointed this out from village."

"Aye, right enough." The old dwarf agrees. "But then I wouldn't have a share of the gold, would I?"

"Yes well. I suppose a deals a deal." Derek says, putting himself between Gromit and Vulva.

The warrioress mutters to herself about dwarves and Gromit in particular and gives the dwarf some murderess looks, but stops short of actually attacking him.

The party continues forward until they reach the edge of the woods. The cliff face is about a mile away now across some flat pasture land. As you step out the sound of horns echo out from the cliffs. Figures begin to pour out from entrances in the cliff face and assemble in a line blocking your progress.

"Tis the goblin horde." Old Gromit shouts.

You do a quick count of the figures blocking the party. There's about forty of them, most are goblins, but there's some larger orcs and what appears to be an ogre in the centre of the battle line. Having formed up with a degree of bickering and jostling the goblinoids start to jog forward towards your small party.