Lavish glade and lush green field,
Wizen'd oaks; to the blight all yield.
Weeping trees of crimson blood,
the Fields of Flesh turn life to mud.
Will you tread and smile and sleep
where devils dance and angels weep?
The tough, hardy adventurers equip up and go out to kill a pack of goblins terrorising the city. Of course, they succeed without trouble and make their way back but their first encounter with a guard patrol on the way back, tells them something is not right…
Some hours into their night, a woman approached the friends with a friendly smile, "Greetings Kovel. Good eve, Vena and Errat. I wish to have a word with you. Yes, I know your names. We have been watching you for some time, and we like what we see. I am here to offer you a part in something great. And yes; there will be money. You will have power. Come with me; let us talk."