The trek into the snowbound valley is hard and tedious. At some points snow barely covers the rocky
ground, at others, it is almost thigh deep.
After several hours of hard travel you and your party enter a town
composed of several dozen houses, a town square and a lesser stone castle at
the center. The ground appears ice
covered, as do the buildings. The town
itself appears to be deserted, with no sign of life. As you walk through the streets, dawn breaks,
and the sounds of wood creaking can be heard behind you. You see the door to a cellar of a building
slowly open….a man peers his head out, yelling to you in a shaky voice “Is….he…gone?”
