You always loved exploring dungeons, you had explored them all of your life, you didn’t care if you found weirdos, monsters, gold, you loved—but you would kill the weirdos.

This time you were drawn in by a strange and unfamiliar spell, that led into a humid dungeon (must be connected to sewers). You went deeper and found a faint miss that smelled exactly like what you’ve been tracking. You then find yourself face to face the cause: a goblin.

“You a guard?” He asked with a massive blunt between his fingertips, plumes of smoke escaping it and the goblin’s mouth.

Your obviously not a guard, so he somewhat trusts you.

“You wanna hit?” He asked as he offered you the blunt.