Mr and Mrs Pringle’s honeymoon was extremely short-lived. It ended a few minutes before the morning six-hour the day after their wedding, when the whole guild was woken by the frantic ringing of the warning bell. The peals echoed up the stairwell stirring all the resident adventurers unceremoniously from their rooms. Pringle sat bolt upright and leapt out of bed, diving into his trousers and pulling them up as he went. He snatched a shirt and started to run for the door, leaving Iona looking about in the murky morning light trying to find her tunic. The hallway was pandemonium as the bell had sent all the adventurers racing towards the hall in varying states of dress. As Iona appeared dazed in the doorway of the Guildmaster’s chamber, she was greeted by the sight of the entire greenskin co
