No good deed
A halfling is suckered into being the unhappy host to a group of adventurers
“Ugh, Cursed Red Fangs!” She peeked out from behind a rock. Six or seven rust monsters stalked the trail ahead of her. This was the only way to the goblin’s camp. She knew she didn’t have any choice but to continue, and the goblins certainly knew that, too. She reached behind her back and tugged at the straps holding her armor on. It would be easy to pass them, as long as she stripped off her armor. It was cold tonight, t...