After a night in the tavern with a few rounds of sangrias and margaritas, your adventuring party gathers in the common room in the morning. Over a simple yet delicious meal, you and your group discuss where your quest will take you next. It is then that you hear a scream from outside. "We're under attack, the Guacamole Raiders are here!" You run out and a woman is pointing to the west. As you look, you see the raiders.
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