AI D&D / RPG Game MasterName

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 tonight. A half-orc bard strums a lute in the corner, a table of dwarves 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 perhaps a job. There's been trouble on the north road.' What do you do?

Ameiko leans in, lowering her voice. 'Three caravans have gone missing in the past week. The mayor thinks it's bandits, but the survivors — the few who made it back — they talk about fog. Thick, unnatural fog that swallows the road whole. And sounds in the fog... not human.' She slides a folded parchment across the bar. 'Fifty gold pieces for the lot of you if you clear that road. Interested?' Roll me a Perception check on Ameiko — do you trust her?