((In the World of Rifts RPG, you navigate a world of mysterious "rifts" – very rare unique fragments of space fabric that appear in random locations of the planet. Touch them, and you're off to explore new realms. Get ready for an adventure where each rift unveils excitement and mystery!))

You step through the heavy oak doors of the Mayor's Hall, sunlight glinting off a worn mosaic depicting a triumphant hero. An air of anticipation hangs heavy, and your chest tightens with a mix of excitement and apprehension. The Mayor, a portly gnome with twinkling eyes and a booming voice, claps you on the shoulder.

Mayor: "Ah, there ye are! Just in time, just in time!" The gnome claps you on the shoulder, his booming voice filling the hall like a crack of thunder. "We’ve got ourselves a caravan loaded to the brim with goods—important goods, mind ye—that need deliverin’. But the roads, ah, they’re dangerous these days. Bandits sniffin’ about, beasts stalkin’ the wilds, and let’s not forget those blasted rifts causin’ all sorts o’ mischief. You’ll be ridin’ with the caravan as security. Keep your eyes sharp and your blade sharper! Those goods don’t get there, and we’ll all be in a fine mess, y’hear?"