Marved Level 5: A Hell of a Day

Marved set the pane of oddly black glass on a shelf next to the pristine Feywild bottle. He muttered to himself, "I only learned glassblowing to save money on my own potion bottles, but I keep finding weird things like this everywhere I go." He shook his head. He had no idea exactly where he had wound up this time. It felt very much like the Shadowfell, but he was confident he would have recognized home. It could have been one of the Domains of Dread, but the telltale mists were nowhere to be seen. Ah, well. There would be time to experiment on his new prize later. After fighting nightmare spawn and using every scrap of his supplies and wits to make sure he and his companions made it back alive it was time for dinner, a drink, and about 80 hours of uninterrupted sleep.