In a Cave Just Positively Riddled with Blood and Gecko Toes -- Beset by Naked Halfling Malice -- Beneath the Sweaty Onion Flesh of a Rogue -- Across the Lea and Fuming in the Tenebrous Darkness -- On the Dew-Slobbered Slopes of the Honeymelon Hills -- Aclatter with a Surfeit of Brooms in a Strategic Mobile Habitat -- Inside an Oven Disturbingly Full of Bones -- Afoul of the Fearful Cabbage Pastor of Misree -- Through a Cold Blü Sky Bereft of Fluffee Egges -- Surrounded by Distressingly Beardless Chins and the Grumbles of the Elderly -- Under the Grim Weight of an Implacable Iron Toe Ring -- Under the Salubrious Influence of a Most Potent Boning Tea -- Flushed as Red as Lingonberries and Longing for a Redo -- Concerned About Hairy Palms and Sadly Lacking Eyeliner -- In a Very Pretty Place Where Foreshadowing Intimates Trouble -- Wrapped Warmly and Perhaps Too Tightly in the Arms of Unwanted Hospitality -- Athwart a Company of Tendentious Trolls and Halflings -- Under the Boastful and Bestial Eye of a Dignified Sylver Ungulate -- Surrounded by Clandestine Wonders and Embroidered Coveralls -- Suffering from a Distinct Lack of Toes on a Gurney on a Train in a Tunnel -- Under Assault by Salty Mermaids -- In a Shop Rife with Suspiciously Familiar Tchotchkes -- Outside the Grimful Walls of Bruding -- In the Steamy Demesne of Dwarvelish Delight -- Surrounded by Phantasmal Apparitions and Dusty Chiffarobes -- Mired in the Viscid Gelatin of the Figgish Fen -- Under the Obfuscated Guise of an Old Acquaintance -- High Above a Caprine Abattoir and Acres of Bad Architecture -- Near a Gourmet Selection of Hotly Contested Muesli -- Amidst a Whirlwind of Blood and Viscera and Beard Hairs -- Besplattered by Blood and Positively Riddled with Boons -- Over a Moist Black Cardigan Lovingly Embroidered with Bats -- Epilogue: Buffeted by Ebullient Winds of Surpassing Kindness.