It has been a week exact since the now group of five first met. As their collective trials have shown though the past seven days, they can rely on each other to keep each other alive. However, that trusting bond shared between adventurers known to Faerun is currently at best shaky among them all. Especially following the death of the beloved Snugglebug, party morale is at an all time low and the "reformed" Aslan's genuineness is ostensible. Overall the party yet to give a name to it's cohort, is doing all that any in the North can do... Survive. Let us hope for their sake and ours that that is enough.
The party desperate to find solace after the chaos of Ironhill retreat to a cave. Only to find that their perils were just beginning...
The North is a hostile and wild place. So as four intrepid souls enter a small mining town to the south of the Wild Frontier all bets are off.