30 Assassins, both great and pathetic. - Die, by our hands…
Barnacles and bilge rats, a pernicious package of perfidious pirates!
The are 30 thieves, killers and other criminals that ought to be behind bars.
The party comes across a nice hermit in the woods. He gives them food and lodging for the night. They awaken to his terrified screams. "East! It's east! Stop it! It'll kill us all!" The poor horror-stricken hermit dies thrashing in agony, one boney arm outstretched, his finger pointing to the east.