“I’ll help you, but you’ll owe me a favor,” rasped in my best Marlon Brando voice, with two cotton balls held in each cheek.  The mere thought caused most of the party to cringe with worry.  I cranked up the presentation because, truth be told, I really wanted them to come up with another way.

When one of them enthusiastically chirped “Okay!” before anyone could stop him, the Quest of Favors was underway.

By the end they owed every significant character in the kingdom a favor, and were running themselves ragged trying to make good on half of them.