The party was running for our lives through the shadowfell, trying to reach a portal that led back the the material plane. Just as we jumped in, the shadow dragon that was chasing us sniped our cleric, killing them instantly as the wormhole spat us out in front of the main HQ of One-eyed Chuck’s. (Basically fantasy McDonalds with freshness wizards.) They managed to revive the cleric, but in exchange we had to help take down a local rival – Snake-arm grill. Hundreds of magically conjured burgers, my favourite quote of the campaign, (“Wake up, sheeple! That’s not salt, it’s POWDERED SNAKE”) multiple counts of arson and a lizard man slathered in copious amounts of clown makeup later, we had decided to take things peacefully and run them out of business…until the owner of the burger joint, Snake-hand Jim, decided to take matters into his own slithery hands.