We accepted the task given us by the desmodu to clean out the fire salamanders and their ilk from the nearby lava fissures. However, I have no detailed recollection of what happened nor how we prevailed. Something about a river of lava being walled up by magic, and we were trying to get it to be un-walled for the sake of the desmodu. I don’t remember why. Or maybe we were trying to wall it up, because the mean salamanders had un-walled it. Can’t recall.
Regardless, we were our traditionally awesome selves and prevailed fantastically.