From the back of the book:
You are relaxing at The Spotted Cow Inn situated in the quaint and prosperous little mountain town of Garport. The proprietor is pulling out draughts of the finest ale you've ever tasted and a bard with fingers more nimble than a pixie and a voice nearly as sweet as a siren sings about a fabulous treasure hoard rumored to be close to this very spot! Of course, it's guarded by some strange and fearsome beast called a thunderfrost wyrm, but aren't all the good treasures guarded by something? You relax further into the exquisite ale, and the bard's tale has you pondering a possibly profitable adventure when fortune smiles yet again! An elven female in fine, but rugged, garb approaches your table seeking help. She claims to know the location of the hoard and scoffs at the threat of a guardian. She claims there is no dragon!
The devil you say! Is this just too good to be true? What harm could there be in just taking a look?