After catching up to the leading wagons of the caravan, the teams struggled to pull their loads through the growing drifts of snow, while the sky above darkened. The snow began to fall more heavily, and the wind resumed its plaintive moan. Finally, after cresting the last hill, the broad walls of Bryn Shander came into view.
It's been over a month since the adventurers signed up as caravan guards for the expedition to Faerûn’s far north, the frozen land known as Icewind Dale. The grueling trek up the southern slopes of the Spine of the World was nothing compared to the treacherous crossing over the mountain pass. When the wagon train finally began its descent into Icewind Dale, everyone in the caravan breathed a collective sigh of relief that the journey was nearly at an end.