You've traveled through the swamp for a few days with your goblin slave Kex in tow. You stop at an inn to rest in the shade and refill your water supply. She wipes grimy, sweat-slicked hair away from her face. The air is cooler inside and a busty maiden smiles from behind the counter at the bar, but the inn is otherwise empty and quiet. "Kex is so hot, Master," she moans, "Master buys us grog? Then we'd cool down! Pleeeeeeease?"