That was how Karl and the others ended up in a Dwarven Tavern deep within the mountain, drinking ale and sitting around a seemingly endless supply of meat and potatoes that the server just kept adding dishes to.
{How long has the weather been wet that it's pushing so many monsters south?} Remi asked as she picked a potato out of the pile.
Petros shrugged. "About three months now. The wet season has been much heavier than usual. They'll likely go back when things dry up, but there is more food down here than in the desert, so we might have to chase them off."
A dwarf at the next table over laughed. "I don't think it'll be that hard to get them to leave. It's almost winter, and they're Sand Yeti. Once the snow starts flying, they'll bugger off right quick."
The other dwarves began to laugh at the thought of Sand Yeti in the mountains over the winter.
