James Ferdinand III
"Well, it was no easy day for me, I can tell you," says James, obviously settling in for a prolonged story. "I went first to Marlowe's Tavern, hoping for some gossip about this beast that we face. I didn't find out much about that, but I did run into a fiery elven lass who seemed to think that we are wasting our time focusing on this beast. She indicated that a good-sized force of goblins and worgs is in the area, and that they are the real threat. After she rejected my offer to return with her and scout out the camp, I decided to check it out myself." James says this last part quickly, as if he doesn't want to go into any more detail.
"Then I traveled into the Gnarley Woods, seeking out the camp of the goblins. After some time, I came upon a track in the deep forest, which seemed to be that of a lone traveler. I spotted some blood along this trail, so I decided to follow it quickly, lest some person in need of help should perish from any lack of speed on my part. I followed the tracks until they disappeared on some hard ground. At that very moment, however, I discovered the goblin camp! It was in my attempt to get closer to the camp, to find out why the goblins and worgs are there, that I was caught by a cleverly concealed trap, which used thorns to inject this deadly poison into me. I thought that I recognized it, and I knew that the only antidote is made from the herb that is called the Unicorn's Horn, so I returned to Tres to find some. And that brings us to the point where I rejoined you.
James looks around, trying to gauge the reaction to his story.