As glory's just beginning, our adventure never ends,

the saga of the heroes that they call the dragon friends.

A lot can happen in a day or two.

Two days ago, you were just a trio of failed adventurers,

wasting time in a scar-themed tavern in Daggerford.

Now you're on the run for a murder you didn't commit, being chased by the Duke's men and a

grand inquisitor to boot. In Daggerford, we met Kithesi Galantara, a paladin who offered to

escort you the two-day ride to water deep, and you're on your way to the city and

hopefully safety now since then things have taken a turn for the worse and you

found yourselves trapped by a surprisingly litigious hobgoblin camp being

tried for a murder that you didn't for a murder that you did commit and a whole

slew of new crimes that you don't really understand.

Big on crime, this group.

Big on crime.

The camp appointed lawyer, Gribbets, has explained that things looked a lot better for you once

Philge accidentally got herself appointed Hobgoblin Chief Justice, but things never go simply.

And responding to some ancient orcish instinct,

Philge has decided to let the trial continue, and for the rest of the day you find yourselves

subjected to a barrage of strange and humiliating hobble-goblin customs in order to prove

your innocence.

Which one's the worst one?

Not the strangest?

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