A dwarf has a quest.

As soon as Layla says those words you become aware of another presence at the table. You look around and then down to see a dirty red faced dwarf squinting up at you and the other adventurers.

"Be ye a band of adventurers?" The smelly old dwarf asks in a wheezing voice.

"No we're vacuum cleaner salesmen here for the annual convention." Vulva retorts.

The dwarf looks blankly at Vulva a second then turns and begins to shuffle away.

"Of course we're bloody adventurers you idiot." Vulva calls to him. "Don't you understand sarcasm?"

"No." The dwarf replies, but returns to the table edge.

"If ye be adventurers I can steer ye a course to riches and fame." The dwarf tells your party. "Old Gromit knows the secret path to the fabled halls of Kazak Dong. A dwarven citadel now in the hands of foul orcs and goblins. If ye cross my palm with gold Old Gromit will lead ye there."

"Orcs and...errrr...goblins eh?" Throbb queries. "Sounds good for a first mission. We should be able to..umm...beat goblins easy enough."

Everybody nods in agreement, except for the ninja type who is peering at Gromit from behind his or her shaded eye pieces.

"OK then, all agreed we accept the mission to Kazak Dong?" Derek says and looks down at Gromit the dwarf. "You've got a deal, guide us to the dwarven citadel."