"The hydra's heads all blink at you, and one sleepily mutters...
'Adventurer. It's what's for dinner.' "
We were saved by the NPC there. A half-drow, part-deity monk... named Melvin.
" 'C'mon, you have to try the Black Dragon Ale, it's our specialty!' He forces a mug on each of you, and you have no choice but to drink it. Now, both of you, Fort Saves."
We both rolled natural 20's by some miracle. Turns out the ale was made from the breath weapon of an undead black dragon, and if we hadn't made those saves it would have killed us. Instead we were both smashed the WHOLE NIGHT.
"You did make your offerings to Peter Griffin, right?"
My cleric worshipped Peter Griffin as a deity.
"You open the door and hear... *starts singing theme from Super Mario*"
"Its CR was 3!"
Me: "CR assumes a party of four! We were two plus Melvin!"
"And that's why Melvin had to save your butts!"