Campaign One

"Sodea, do you have money to pay for these drinks!?"
"What!?? I thought you had the money!"
"Well...nevermind that. How are we going to pay for these drinks?"
"Hmmmmmmm...I know!"
"What! What!?"
"You can wash dishes!"
"Wash dishes!? I can't even wash my own clothes!"
"So that's what I smell..."
"We must create a distraction!"
"Yes! Yes! We must break things!"
"That's destruction you drunken oaf!!!"
"Allright! We must dis,des,des,dis.....which one?"
"Oh nevermind. You're a mess you hopeless drunk."
"I know! I know!"
"What! What!?"
"I'll shoot out the lights and we'll make a run for it!!!"
Only a few short moments later, Visser Beep was loading his crossbow with two quarrels, which was exceedingly difficult considering the fact that both of the rancid travelers were so drunk that if they tried to stand...Well, Visser aimed at the lights from the side of the table. His hand shook as he pressed the release. The two quarrels rocketed out of the crossbow and they both hit the light. However instead of just breaking the glass, the entire fixture cascaded to the floor. Oil was aflame on the floor of the tavern as Visser and Sodea made a kind of wobble for the door. The bartender shouted profanities after them as he rushed to put out the widespread fire.
"We cannot stay here or they will catch us!"
"Well allright schmartypants! Where do you suggest we go?"
"Well..."
Suddenly Sodea had a brilliant idea. He picked up the sheet of parchment lying on the cobblestone in front of him and jumped up to his feet as quickly as his intoxicated body would let him.
"Look, Visser! Look!"
Visser Beeps eyes widened.
"Brilliant Sodea!"
The tavern door burst open as the bartender ran after Sodea and Visser. Taken by surprise, the two theives ran to the stables to hide as the fat bartender hobbled after them.
"Get on a horse and stop messing around Sodea!"
Visser had hopped on a horse and was prepared to depart. But Sodea, who had not been drunk as many times as Visser had, was sitting backwards staring into empty space, a confused and dumbfounded look upon his face.
Visser slapped the horse's hind and off they sped through the town as the angry bartender screamed after them, his beard singed. They could see the forest-line drawing steadily nearer as they rode.
The angry bartender watched as the theives entered an overgrown forest, turned around, and cursed on his way to the well.
**********Meanwhile**********

Her boots lightly grazed the grass that coated moist dirt. She gracefully walked through the remainder of the forest. Heading for a small town, she noticed several horse tracks in the ground leading to the forest. As she looked closer, she noticed that there were two sets of tracks. As she investigated the scene thouroughly, she noticed a trodden sheet of musty parchment.