23rd day of Muin, Sunnendaeg 0800 New Sun

The Laughing Dragon tavern and inn sits just across the river from Falcon's Hollow.   Only one other building occupies that side of the banks of the river.  A trader's post where adventurer's gear can be bought and furs can be traded.  A ferry crosses the river by commission and the tavern is the first Inn to be met from the port city of Falcarragh two day's travel south.

The inn has several patrons, both local and adventurers.  There are mutterings among the crowd about some heinous death last night at the sheriff's building in town and the breakout of a prisoner there who was believed to be stealing corpses from the cemetery.  More mutterings refer to banditry along the road to the south.

Seated at one table is group of human adventurers, celebrating having just fought a goblin raiding party along the southern road.  The group consists of; Okini Izuma, a human female cleric; Orikson Gnob, a dwarf male fighter; Ola Deerbane, a human female fighter; Lloyd Cornelle, a human male mage; and Rebecca Aron, a human female thief.

"Salud!" Ola shouts, raising her mug to the air.  "Death to all goblins."

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You found your way to the only tavern across the river of the little rural town of Falcon's Hollow the previous evening just as the storm was about to hit the valley. After a night of celebrating, you are all settled in for breakfast and drinking the first of what would be many mugs of ale for the day. As you all sit at a table drinking your first mug of beer, a man comes rushing in; he stands in the doorway for a moment, peering into the gloomy tavern, before he catches sight of you. He comes straight to your table, almost running.

“You are the adventurers, recently come to town? Please, sirs, you must help me. My children have been taken, dragged away into a hole in the wall of my cellar by hideous monsters, goblins perhaps. Please, please, come and see!”

The humans sitting around the table, put their mugs down and look at Orikson questioningly.
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Or slams the beer down his gullet and looks at the others around the table. "Shall we mates? I say yes, the more the little gobbers we kill, the fewer there is! Besides, we has ta earn coin!" He quickly stands and grabs his axe, "Lead the way good sir, we'll do what we can!"
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Ola smiles, then chugs the rest of her ale.  "Agreed! The more goblins killed the better!"

"Oh gods be praised! Thank you lords and ladies.  Come, come this way."  the man says.

Cylus Millswain leads the companions across the river via the ferry and then takes the road to the right into the rolling low hills along the river.  Eventually, they come to a mill with a large paddle wheel turning with the river current. A steady grinding can be heard as the party nears the building.  Cylus leads them to the side of the building to a wooden cellar door built into the base of the stone building.  He pulls the cellar open, revealing a short flight of stone steps down into a room perhaps ten feet in diameter. The morning light of the sun fills the room with light.  A three foot wide hole, looking rather like a large mouse hole is visible in the back, beyond stacks of bags of grain.

"I hate tunnels.", Lloyd says, remembering a bad situation in his early years.  "I will take up the rear, if that's okay."