“Come, sit!” Marcus Pathfinder pulls out a chair for you as his long-brimmed hat falls over his eyes. He smiles meekly, pushing it back into place.
He pulls out a crumpled piece of paper and smooths it out, resembling an ill-prepared student. He huffs. “This is Fueryon Temple. Temple of the Beast.” He points to the paper, a map that appears as though it was drawn with a purple crayon by a toddler. The sun has a smiley face on it.
“Inside the temple is a scepter that can calm a beast.” He pulls out a small book, as if rechecking something. “Either that, or it's a recipe for a seven-layer cake. My Draconic is a little rusty.” He chuckles. “I would like to hire you to lead an expedition to the temple and retrieve the scepter.”
He extends his arm, and a little tiny chameleon pokes its head out of Marcus's shirt. Marcus looks down and smiles. “Lucky!” The googly-eyed chameleon’s tongue lashes out like a snapping whip. Marcus pets her head.
“Whatdda say?”
- from the publisher's blurb