The Maw of the Dragon
A swarthy human sits in the corner of the room, sipping from his ale mug. There are already six empty tankards resting on his table which suggests that, at the rate at which he’s drinking, he’s been at it all day. As you approach, he doesn’t even look up from his mug.
If PCs try to introduce themselves: The patron empties his tankard in a single gulp. “Piss off, kid.” A grimace reminiscent of spoiled meat plays across his face.
If the PCs persist: “Ye’re not leavin’ me alone, are ye? Very well, I’ll talk if ye insist, but I’d like ye to apologise first fer makin’ me finish me drink.” After buying him another drink and a short conversation, Korgan will tell the party of a nearby tomb fit for raiding.