Jumping into the F(r)ey

There has been strange occurrences going on about this caravan of people I have fallen in with. I suppose I should note these people down as well, if nothing else save for posterity's sake. There are two other elves that we picked up along the way, named Verenir and Valdyr Aenorin. They seem to be of some import from Silverymoon. They talk about it frequently. One wants to come off as quiet and brooding, but breaks his own facade quite often and easily. The other is a.. I want to say a paladin of some type, but I do not believe he has yet taken an oath. Young yet, the both of them, even for elves. There has been an awoken tree following us for a few days now, and we have come to call it "Maple" for the time being, seeing as it is a maple tree. And lastly a pair of dwarves. Brighid Battlehammer, of Bruenor Battlehammer's line. She's.. quite attractive, once you look past the beard. And some shit she's "betrothed" to, I don't recall his name. Baram, or some such? Of an insignificant family line.
 
As previously stated, strange sightings and happenings have been going on, and our little band of "security" as it were began investigating, so that we might continue apace and out of this hellish blizzard that has seen us suck here for a time. There were various faces of our companions "marked" into the tree somehow. They were not carved, and yet not of magical affect, either. In reflection, it seems the work of fey magic manipulating the trees to form such shapes within their bark, likely a tactic to scare or intimidate their prey. Unfortunately, they mistakenly chose to cross a powerful wizard such as myself. Whilst I do profess myself a master of Time magic, I am not without my repertoire of utility spells as well; Create Bonfire amongst them. A simple spell, but effective nonetheless and quite invaluable in this frozen expanse.
 
In searching for answers, we were happened upon by 3 lame, half-frozen wolves. Surely my attention must have been elsewhere for them to have gotten so close without our notice until they were already upon us. I know not what excuse the others may profess for their lack of attention. I mean, there's not a mage among them. The unnamed dwarf is a cleric of some sort, I believe, but given they receive their spells from deities and need not prepare them in advance, I don't believe that is an acceptable excuse. After we dispatched the wolves, we followed a trail into a cave full of frost sprite-like creatures. They were certainly fey in origin, and I deduced that the cave we entered was actually a tear in the veil between worlds, and connected this realm to the Feywild. Just as well, we cleared the sprites away, finding the human girl that was missing, as well as the remains of a human we lost earlier. We also took a frost-rimed chest before leaving the cave in a hurry. Seems some more powerful fey didn't appreciate us destroying her sentries and started to come after us.
 
In the wake of our exodus, the entranced caved in behind us (See what I did there? Yes, I'm aware this is my private journal...) and closed off the entrance to the Feywild. For the best, really. We found the storm had passed on once we exited, and I believe the cause to be the disconnect from the Fey magics that had been pouring into this area. The sun still is not visible, but it seemingly hasn't been for some time. An odd occurrence I will need to look into. For now, we continue on towards Ten Towns. The only passable form of "civilization" that can be found in the Dale. My chances of crossing anyone intelligent to carry on a conversation with is.. marginal.