Hoard of the Dragon Queen
A grizzled Ranger, skilled with the longbow, ever on the quest to find his home.
“You look grim, Ranger”.
Grim? The ranger glanced up at the voice. A good a name as any, I suppose.
A soldier, clad in full plate armor, looked down at him.
“And you look like your mother dropped you on your face one too many times growing up, ya great ugly git. Leave me be.”
Now, now, that was a bit harsh. He was only attempting to sympathize with you.
“Hrph,” Grim grunted in reply as he stood up and surveyed his surroundings. He had fallen asleep against an old oak, standing alone on the edge of a small town. Nearby, a small group of soldiers stood around the remains of the night’s fire, occasionally glancing in his direction.