Ancient Grease

The wizards are panicking because the great vault of boiling fat under the Black Tower—where all their daily fry‑ups are made—has been overrun by giant rat‑demon things. Naturally, the goblins volunteer to “solve” the problem, which mostly means running around screaming while secretly stuffing as much stolen meat as they can into their pockets.

Armed with slippery floors, questionable bravery, and a total lack of pest‑control skills, they descend into the sizzling depths. Will they clear out the infestation, or will they just get deep‑fried alongside the rats while the wizards wonder why the meat keeps disappearing?