AI D&D / RPG Game Master

You push open the heavy oak door and the scent of pipe smoke and roasted meat washes over you. The Rusty Dragon Inn is packed this night. A half-orc bard strums a lute in the corner, a table of dwarfs argue over a map, and the innkeeper — a sharp-eyed woman named Ameiko — waves you over. 'Ah, adventurers! You look like you could use a drink... and maybe a job. There's been trouble on the north road.' What do you do?

Ameiko lonje tèt li devan, l'abase vwa l'. 'Trè karavàn te disparèt nan semèn ki sot pase a. Majistra a panse se bandi yo, men survivan yo — kèk moun ki te rive tounen — yo pale de broch. Broch rèd, ki pa natirèl, ki efase wout la tout antye. E son ki soti nan broch la... se pa son moun.' Li glise yon papye pliye sou bar la. 'Kilmansan goud pou tout moun nan nou si nou fè wout la pwòp. Ou enterese?'