I like doing that work. [Taryon grips the pad of paper with his extensive notes on worldbuilding and backstories of important NPCs that take up entire pages. He's a nerd, he loves this stuff.]

Fine, then. You work throughout the afternoon, but then once it starts getting dark, two people rush in. There's a human man dragging in his companion, a dwarf. The dwarf has a bloody wound on his chest, that he's clutching, and the man looks to you in desperation. "Help! Help us, there's a beast on the loose!"