To celebrate their great victory over the Northmen, Putrid son of Putrid and Bishop Bonk have declared a Victory Feast Day. The great and the good are arriving from all the neighboring Saxon parishes.
The cart carrying the most crucial and essential ingredient of said feast, the Ale, is trundling toward Putrid's Great Hall, when with a loud crack, the axle snaps. Leaving a guard with the cart the escort march off to fetch the Blacksmith from the nearby village to effect repair.
From the woods to the North, greedy and covetous eyes are watching proceedings... and licking thirsty lips!