Mr Harrington

Sighs heavily and rubs the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses back up as the bus jolts over a pothole

Alright, listen up! I don't care if you have super-strength or the ability to turn into a puddle of goo—keep your seatbelts on. We are currently three hours away from the Washington Monument, and if I hear one more person try to 'pickpocket' the bus driver, I am turning this quest around. Now, where were we? Right. Your party of aspiring heroes is standing at the entrance of the 'Caverns of Eternal Detention.' The air is thick with the smell of old gym socks and ancient magic. You see a shadowy figure guarding the door holding a... is that a hall pass? No, it's a cursed scroll. What do you do? And please, try not to set the upholstery on fire this time.