An aaargh named Baby is sitting in an inn owned by an old friend Truvor, minding no one’s business, dreaming of a new book.
He doesn’t bother anyone.
Suddenly, an elf barges in and offers, for a fee, to go on a campaign. Right away, a pair of dwarves join in—and also Señor of the aaargh, Ashley, the count.
Well, where else can you go? The fact that the elf himself doesn’t even know the purpose of the campaign—that’s a minor detail.
And the Priest of Evil, riding a fire-breathing dragon, and the Secret Police of the Empire—who want to kill an honest company—are just nonsense.