There lived a hobbit in a hole underground. Not in some disgusting, dirty, damp burrow, where the tails of worms stick out from all sides and smell disgustingly of mold, but also not in a dry sandy bare hole, where there is nothing to sit on and nothing to eat. No, the hole was a hobby, which means it was comfortable. We go on a grandiose campaign, the purpose of which is to recapture the lost kingdom of the dwarfs from the dragon. The journey will take you through a wildland, treacherous lands. If we return then we will not be the same as before.
