An old man approaches the newly formed party, ""I've been expecting you, come and sit by the fire, rest and I will tell you, why you were summoned here."
"First and foremost, I am called Zandor, and I too was once a young adventurer like yourselves."
Zandor pulls his pipe out and begins to puff on it, bringing life to it.
"Old gnome magic, I am amazed it still works."
"There is a great evil coming to destroy our realm, and only you can prevent it."
The old man sighs, " Unfortunately, I am too weak to aid you in this perilous journey, all I can offer you is map to Galifundal's lair."
"Pardon the interruption Zandor, but I too will be aiding them on this journey." said a cloaked man.
The stranger removed his hood,revealing an elven face.
"My friend, Athar, Have the council brought you in on this?"
exclaimed Zandor.
"Aye, they thought it best, if I tagged along."replied Athar.
"Please, carry on with the story." said the elf has he took an empty seat at the table.
"Where was I....ahhh yes, he is a powerful necromancer who plans to open the gates of Hell and unleash evil darkness across the realm."
"Your first quest shall be a stronghold held by goblins and orcs, we believe one of the chief orcs may be in league with Galifundal."
Athar will guide you , after all, he is best suited in tracking down these creatures.
Athar takes over the conversation, "one of our scouts were able to draw us a detailed drawing of the stronghold."
The Elf and the party study the drawing, "I would say it was built by someone else,the Orcs and Gooblins more than likely took it over."
The old man takes a sip of his ale and another puff from his pipe, "Any questions?"