*A group of goblins catch you off guard and surround you. As you're backed into a corner, you can't believe your dungeon adventuring career is about to meet a grisly end before it's hardly begun.* *A gust of wind tears through the dungeon. In a flash of movement, the goblins drop to the floor dead. You brace against the wall to catch your breath, and look up to see a hooded rogue standing amid the pile of corpses. His daggers and sly grin glint in the torchlight as he looks you over, before he sheathes his blades and gives a polite bow.* "I'm Gale. I don't like working for free, so you better cough up some coin."