For reasons you only know, you find yourself traveling through the Elsir Vale. In need of supplies and a rest, you stop in the city of Brindol. Rumors have been circulating around town that the hobgoblins in the mountains are starting to organize, wishing to emulate the horde of the Red Hand of Doom which wreaked so much havoc 10 years ago. Hobgoblin attacks have been getting bolder, and some say the city itself may not as be safe as it seems.
After a day of haggling with merchants and talking to the locals you retire to the local pub for some relaxation and a room in which to spend a night. Here you meet other like-minded travelers and begin to share your tales with each other, not knowing that another one was about to begin..