Investigate the campsite.

You step forward to investigate the mysterious campsite, and just as you do you feel The Rock place a hand on your shoulder. You look up to him as he pulls you closer and begins to whisper. “Be careful, Gregory. If this is who I think it is, and I have no reason to believe it isn’t, this could either be a great boon, or a terrible danger.” You simply nod your head and mutter “I know” in response.

As you step closer to the makeshift camp you notice the whispers becoming louder and almost all-encompassing, and soon it feels as if the voices are speaking directly into your mind.

“ He approaches ”

“ Yes, the chosen one comes ”

“ He has arrived ”

Hearing these voices in the back of your head is disconcerting, and would almost feel threatening if not for their ridiculous accents. Nevertheless, you push forward into the camp.

Once you make your way around the blue tarp, you find yourself face to face with an eclectic group of men, all holding bits of food and chewing contently. Each man has an impossibly long and bushy beard, and is wearing an unusual mix of robes and casual clothing. They are gathered around a large wooden picnic table, covered to the brim with a huge array of different cooked meats. Steaks, brisket, bacon, chicken, fish and everything else you could imagine are piled high in front of you, and you can see behind the group even more meats roasting on a series of grills and smokers lining the back of the tent.

“ Welcome Gregory, ” you hear a gruff voice say clearly in your mind, despite the individuals in front of you all having their mouths full, “ We are the Barbecue Pit Druids. What brings you to our Barbecue Glade? ” Wait, how do they know your name?

You are in the Barbecue Glade, standing face to face with The Barbecue Pit Druids. What will you say to these mysterious individuals?

> Ask how they know my name, and about the music that attracted my party over here.