Gnom: I blinked, what happened?

Voolio: I think he killed them.

Gnom: You’re kidding.

Voolio: No, check it out. See, I can kick them and everything. Oh, I think he twitched. No, nevermind.

Gnom: Yeah, I think he might be dead.

Voolio: That’s what I’ve been saying! There’s an arrow in his eye!

Gnom: Dylk, you seeing this?

Dylk: Mhm, he’s dead.

Voolio: Exactly! Now that that’s cleared up, what’s the plan?

Salman: We go on. There’s still a mission at hand.

Vix: Can we rest a minute? I can barely breathe.

Ballin: How are you so exhausted?

Vix: Lotta… walking.

Dylk: Wait, where’s Banan?

Bauwls: Banan?

Vix: The bets box guy.

Ballin: He stayed in Rattwater to make food for when we get back.

Gnom & Salman: Food?

Ballin: That’s right. He’s a good cook, or so he says.

Salman: Finally, someone of use.

Voolio: What’s that supposta mean?

Salman: You understood me, half-orc.

Hob: You leave greenie alone, dwarf!

Ballin: Can we calm down for a second? Why don’t we all take some deep breaths? In. And out. There we go. Let’s get a plan going. Look, there’s a pool of water over there.

Gnom: But it’s blocked by a gate. Well built, too. I would be proud of this gate.

Ballin: Hm, it’s locked.

Dylk: I got it!

Ballin: Don’t even think-

Dylk: My lockpick’s in my bag, Ballin, slow your roll.

Ballin: Alright, but don’t get any funny ideas, you-

Dylk: Done.

Gnom: That was actually really impressive, dude.

Dylk: Thanks. I learned it from my grandpa, Duge. He-

Salman: Must we loiter?

Dylk: Yeah, yeah, c’mon.

Salman: I meant no disrespect, master three-quarterling. I’m sure your grandpa is a fine man.

Dylk: He isn’t. And would you stop calling me that?

Ballin: What did I say about calming down?

Vix: I can’t remember, sorry.

Gnom: We all make mistakes, Vix. Hey, looky there! We made it!

Bauwls: About time, too.

Balder: Blessed are the well watered.

Gnom: What was that, Balder?

Balder: Water.

Gnom: I can agree with that.

Dylk: Why’s it glowing? Why does everything glow in this place?

Voolio: I would call it a glitter.

Dylk: Well, it’s purple, ok?

Ballin: I don’t think we should drink- Balder!

Balder: Good water.

Gnom: That’s good enough for me!

Ballin: Gnom! Salman!

Salman: If Balder drinks, I drink.

Bauwls: I’m going for it. Blind courage triumphs over the weak!

Vix: Were we not supposed to drink it?

Gnom: No, it’s really good, Vix.

Hob: Don’t drink it, Pickis. We don’t know where dis stuff has been.

Voolio: Get me some, Gnom.

Gnom: You want some, too, Dylk?

Dylk: I’m good.

Gnom: I know, but do you want some water?

Vix: I feel funny.

Bauwls: Yeah, something’s weird about it.

Balder: I feel good.

Ballin: I think you should all stop.

Gnom: Do you want some or not, Dylk?

Dylk: Gnom, you’re glowing.

Voolio: Glittering.

Ballin: You all are!

Salman: Friends, my road wear is washing away!

Bauwls: I feel fantastic!

Gnom: We don’t even need these potions anymore!

Ballin: What’re you doing?

Gnom: Saving some for later. Here’s some for Dylk… and some for Balder, too.

Balder: Ok.

Vix: Look, there’s a frog in Balder’s bottle!

Balder: Frog.

Hob: Hey, Pickis, the big guy’s got a frog!

Gob: It’s a big one, too, boss!

Vix: Can we keep him?

Salman: I don’t see why not.

Dylk: What’re you holding, Balder?

Balder: Frog.

Dylk: No, the plank of wood.

Balder: Cart!

Dylk: But what for?

Balder: For later.

Ballin: Ok, everyone full?

Everyone: Yes.

Ballin: Then let’s go.

Dylk: Wait, what was that?

Gnom: What was what?

Salman: I heard it, too. Stay low, it may be the werebear.

Ballin: This close?

Salman: Close enough to drink of this pool. Be alert.

Vix: It’s at the gate.

Everyone: What?

Vix: It’s at the gate.

Werebear: Roar.

Salman: Stand back! It’s far too big to be a werebear!

Voolio: Doesn’t look that big to me.

Werebear: Roar!

Voolio: Kill it! Somebody kill it!

Balder: Wait!

Salman: What, Balder? What is it?

Balder: Frog.

Werebear: Roar?

Ballin: What are you doing, Balder? Get back before it-

Werebear: Mmm.

Dylk: Did it…?

Balder: Good buddy.

Ballin: It… ate the-

Werebear: He. Ate the frog.

Dylk: Oh gods.

Balder: Hi! Are you gonna be my friend?

Giant: Why not, son? The name’s Tunk. What’s yers?

Balder: I’m Balder!

Giant: Howdy, Balder. Thank ya fer gettin’ me outta that mess.

Balder: You’re welcome.

Ballin: Wait, you wouldn’t happen to know a clerk in Rattwater, would you? A giant named Chuck?

Tunk: Chuck? Why, my baby brother Chuck is a clerk in Rattwater! You know ‘im?

Gnom: Chuck’s a good pal of ours! We can go there if you want!

Guard Captain: Sooner than you might’ve wished.

Everyone: What?

Tunk: Are these yer friends, too, mister?

Salman: No.

Guard Captain: Thought you could get away with it, huh? Think again! We’re taking you in! All of you! You’re charged with the taming and attempted smuggling of a werebear into the city of Rattwater, and the murder of five of its guards.

Ballin: Guards?

Guard Captain: Come with us, we’ll take good care of you.