My companions on the quest to rid our realm of an ice-breathing dragon included an elf, a skeleton, a titan wizard and a dragon barbarian.
The one thing that united our band of merry misfits was a thirst for orc blood – well, that and the butter beer and mead on tap at our inn while we waited for our epic adventure to start.
Except we weren’t in the thatched Stonehill Inn, in the northern mining town of Phandalin on the Sword Coast in the 10th century.
