[color=dodgerblue]"Come back safe! I don't want to see you hurt by those goons when you get back!"[/color]

The walk into town was mostly normal, save for the few odd faces that intently watched you walk in with the hood over your head. Some whisperers said you were another one of those ne'er-do-well cultist types, and the goblin beside you was clear evidence of that. Those people could be wrong, though, because you knew better.

Digbie stuck to your side, his burlap trousers collecting dust along the pant leg with every step, and Stride led the fray towards the main market area, taking off his outer robe and putting on another cloak he pulled from seemingly nowhere. Could he have something like a bag of holding? You weren't sure immediately, but when he looked to the right, he hastily looked back straight.

[color=red]"Over there, at the steps of the tavern."[/color]

Sure enough, looking over at the tavern steps you could see a goblinoid creature, no bigger than Digbie if anything, wearing a backpack that just emitted smoke as cloudy and dark as a night sky. Beside the goblin, you saw a massive skeleton, very likely standing over eight feet tall, bashing his club (which easily dwarfed you) into the ground while screaming about... something you could only hope that wasn't about you.
[h3][b]"HEROES NO LIKEY! HERO LIKEY THE CLUB! HAVE TO SHOW THEM!"[/b][/h3]
Despite having no vocal cords visible, the skeleton could really make noise.

[color=red]"Grox must be inside there. Hopefully his pet is at the other side of town in those stables... b-best not to think about that."[/color]

[color=0072bc][b]"T-they're scary..."[/b][/color]

[color=red]"That's not the half of it, Digbie. They're the reason I wear this wormskin scarf all the time."[/color]