HOARD of the DRAGON QUEEN AS ENACTED BY KINTSUGI'S FINEST. OVERTURE. A late spring dusk has settled over the town of Greenest. Despite the late hour, the inn bustles with activity: a trade caravan on its way north from Amn has just arrived, and the inn's staff are scurrying to get it settled before the light fails. You are in the courtyard, which is crowded with merchants, guards, and rubberneckers. Caravans are commonplace in Greenest, especially this time of year, but the fair weather has drawn many of the inn's patrons outside. They're more than happy to sip their drinks and shout idle suggestions to those doing the actual work. The first you hear of it is a slow, rhythmic whooshing drifting through the calm air, like wind gusting against enormous sails. Once, twice, three times, the grasslands around Greenest rustling as if heralding a storm... and a dark shape passes before the rising moon. You see light glow briefly through translucent wings. Then the dragon screams out of the sky and low over the rooftops, bellowing fit to shake the ground. In the ringing silence after the roar, the first screams begin. Dark shapes rush toward the edge of town with yells of their own, lighting torches as they come. They are mostly humanoids of varying shapes and sizes, but large scaled creatures bound alongside. One of the invaders, a young halfling in too-large black robes, shouts, in bad Draconic, "Bow before the Queen!" and flings a torch onto a cottage's thatched roof. Greenest is under attack.