Edrin trudged up the gangplank of the Courageous Dream, a modest merchant freight vessel, a soft clanking sound heralding his footsteps.
“And are ye ready to set sail, m’lord?” the captain asked.
“Aye” the dwarf answered, handing over a sack of gold coins so heavy the captain immediately dropped it with a solid thud.
The captain choked “And where am I to be takin’ ye for such a handsome sum, then?”
“The Isle of Dread” said the dwarf with a chuckle.
“The i….the Isle of Dread?? Why would you want to go there!??”
Edrin paused for a moment, pulling a long chug of ale from a horn, then grinned at the captain, wiping suds from his beard with the back of a gauntleted hand “Y’know I can’t for the life of me remember!”
The captain eyed the sack of gold greedily, “As ye wish then!” he said, as the crew gave nervous chuckles and went about their duties to set sail.