Adventurers get ambused by kobolds. Then after an hour of fighting like three, they go to some town or other. Due to lack of imagination, charachter names are Jim, Ted, Charles, and something else. The crew head to the tavern. Charles suggests looking for a mysterious man in a corner, possibly wearing a hooded cloak. Unbeknownst to the others, Ted sneaks around and swipes drinks off tables. Charles the bumbling Dragonborn buffoon crashes clumsily into everything, making the tavern’s occupants angry. The adventurer whose name i cant recall (justins) tells him to go wait outside. He leaves, only to find Ted drunkenly pissing on aa statue of the town’s founder. The others find out that there is a kobold lair nearby, from which they are basing their attacks and waylaying travelers. The adventurers also speak to a shady scholar, whom the genre-savvy Charles insists is a cultist. They all spend their night in a room in the inn, with the piss and vomit sodden Ted for company, except for Jim the hobbit, who is sleeping with the barmaid. They set ot on the morrow and encounter some guards or something around the kobold lair. After three whole freaking hours of fighting like five kobolds, they prevail, but alas! The hungover Ted was dangerously close to death. The battle-weary heroes decide to rest for the night. Due to what seems like divine intervention, they were not attacked as they slept next to the kobold camp.