From the introduction:
You have gold jingling in your purse so you are drinking ale at the Triboar Arms. Good ale, good company – but some are complaining about the music. The bard is singing about St Cuthbert again, just like every other bard in Triboar.
You’ve heard the story about a dozen times now - how St Cuthbert single-handedly killed three enormous boars, how he founded the town of Triboar as a haven for travelers in the North, how he saved many lives, and so on and so forth.
"I’m fed up with St Cuthbert," mutters someone at the table next to you, to general agreement.
For a party of 2nd level characters