“This match-up was looking grim. But alas, as fortune would have it, mere moments before the players were due to walk out onto the pitch I was approached by a hooded stranger.
He rasped out of a crude gas mask smushed over his humongous nose;
"I may seem humble merchant, but I am the great goblin alchemist Fizztoad! You've heard of me I'm sure?"
After a long and awkward silence that echoed around the changing room, he spoke again
"Phranken and his lunatics have paid a pretty penny to see you buried in the graveyard out back", he spluttered as a bottle of Dwarfbane emerged from his cloak and clinked down on the massage table/gurney in front of them.
" Double his price and this dwarfbane-bane, plus a little blessed silver for your gloves, is all yoursss"
Well, one bag of Dwarven gold from the bribe pile and this match was in the bag.
Just got to pay to rebuild that damn pub that hosted the post match celebration, but well worth it I think!”