You head back to your makeshift camp to rest after a brief but perilous exploration of a pit nearby. When you return, you find that another adventuring party has taken up residence and is rummaging through your treasure! Diplomacy is ineffective; these ruffians won't move unless you move them.

Fetch led the group out of the dark and stony pit. She sighed as she finally pulled herself out. Waiting for the others to follow, she paced. Logue, a friend she’d grown to like over time, appeared out of the pit. She stared at him, confused. “What?” Logue asked her. Fetch shook her head and went back to pacing. Logue’s bat, Cocoa flew from her place in his mane, and landed in Fetch’s mane. The Courser didn’t have much of a reaction, this was the first time Cocoa landed on her, but she’d grown used to the bat’s presence. This was their second campaign together as a group. 

Terrence appeared next, he passed Logue. “Move out of the way, Logue.” He said gruffly. Fetch sighed, she didn’t really understand them. Terrence and Logue, they had a weird dynamic. Terrence didn’t really like Logue, but somehow, he cared about him? Fetch kept an eye on the path, waiting for Moritz to show up. Mina was already out of the pit, and stayed in the nearby tunnels making sure there were no beasts to surprise the party.

Moritz appeared a few minutes later, panting. “Run.” He said out of breath. Fetch immediately went into emergency mode. Her ears focused on the pit. “Run.” She whispered. “Fetch! Run!” Moritz warned, Terrence coming forward to see the threat. “That?” Terrence asked, nodding to a small frog emerging from the pit. “It, it, it breathes fire.” Moritz stuttered. “Oh..” Terrence sighed, and the party raced off back to their camp.

On arrival at their temporary camp on the second level of the dungeon, Moritz spotted a few horses rummaging through their things. A black and white Courser popped his head up. “Oh hey.” Fang said, grabbing a few treasures and throwing them in his pack. 

“Hey! What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Terrence questioned getting in his face. “Just saw some stuff I wanted.” Fang replied, grabbing a treasure that was Terrence's favorite. “Put it down!” Terrence screeched, running over and knocking Fang to the ground. Fang rolled for a moment before standing up. “Hey, fuck off!” Fang said, his ears flush against his skin, and his teeth bared. 

“Hey, Fang, what's going on?” Feyruh asked, popping her head up from Moritz’s part of the camp. “Hey!” Moritz growled, stomping over, ears pinned. “Heyyy, is this your stuff?” Feyruh asked. “Get out.” Moritz ordered, stomping his hoof. “Fang?” Feyruh called. Fang ran over to his girl, and got in Moritz’s face. “Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. My. Girl.” Fang growled. “Get the fuck away from my stuff!” Moritz barked, taking a step closer to Fang. Apparently Fang saw that as an invitation, and pounced on Moritz biting his ear. Moritz was stunned for a moment, but then quickly started fighting Fang. Moritz dug his hoof into his side, drawing blood. Aggravated, Fang dug his teeth as deep as possible into Moritz’s neck. Battle cries from both Fang and Moritz could be heard. 

A few more heads pop up, and soon everything is in shambles. All parties fighting for their life, their livelihood, and their treasure. Will Terrence, Moritz, Fetch, and Logue be able to get the uninvited guests out before it's too late?

A little foal wandered into the fight. Just a poor baby. Solas, a yellow puck baby got stuck in the middle. Scared, he began to fight as well, biting everyone he could. “What” Moritz whispered as the small foal latched onto his neck. Well what could they do? If Moritz attacked the little guy, well that would be assaulting a minor, right? Terrence spotted what was happening and ran over. Terrence grabbed the rouge foal by the scruff of his neck, and dragged him away from the fight.

“What is a foal doing here?” Terrence scoffed as he dragged the foal. “Hey! Let me go!” The foal wiggled and argued, but Terrence kept a grip on the foal and sighed.