The fungus amoung-us

A trio of young gnomes arrive at the guildhall and on seeing some adventurers one of them steps forward - clearly putting a lot of effort into appearing nonchalant, but not pulling it off. “We thought it might be worth, well, um, finding out if any of the guild could, er, maybe go and, uhhh, help to handle the situation at our caves?” “Well not our caves exactly,” another interrupts with a pointed glance at her friend, “just…some caves. Where we’d heard we might find some harmo-” “Some copper.” The first gnome interrupts her friend with an elbow to the ribs. “Anyway, we seem to have, er, opened up an old tunnel? And possibly let out something that…ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ʷᵉ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ’ᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ…”. She trails off the end of the sentence, glancing at the third gnome who is staring rather blankly and muttering under his breath. You just catch a few scattered words “... ʷᶦⁿᵍˢ … ᵗᵉᵉᵗʰ…”. “Anyway, once you reach the caves the Myconid should be able to help direct you. Very obliging folk we’ve found. And there’s plenty of them around there these days!” She shoves a map into your hands before the three of them scuttle off, calling out some vague words of thanks and occasionally casting a guilty look behind them as they hasten back off towards the road. It seems like whatever these gnomes have gotten themselves into is going to be up to the guild to get everyone out of.