A dream. You find yourself sitting at a long table in a tavern surrounded by several others; all eating, drinking and seemingly having a good time. In front of you, just beyond your plate of food, is a clay model of a dungeon, complete with miniature figures of heroes and monsters. At the table's head is a dwarf; half hidden behind a book sat upright before him. He looks to you and says "Another hit with your mace...another Troglydyte falls. What do you do?"