Got asked by the Mayor of Secomber to deal with some Hobgoblins that've been raidin' their village. Pay's alright but nothin' special. Fuck knows why they hired a Hobgoblin to deal with other ones though.
Some random bird just came up to us and told us that her 20-year old son, the town militia's fuckin' bucket carrier, Billy had gone missin' and had been taken by the Hobbies. This woman, Theresa, handled her liquor pretty well for never havin' met a Dwarf before. I told her we'd get Billy and his bucket back.