Whilst prospecting the flatlands between Balinburg and Erednimras, I, unfortunately, drew the attention of a pack of winter wolves . Having a head start, but knowing in a long chase I would never outrun them, I took cover on an island in a nearby lake, fortunately, it was high summer and the lake ice was mostly melted. The wolves seemed to baulk at crossing the water, but probably they had lost my scent as they went off after a passing herd of Reindeer. To be certain they had gone I made camp on the island and lit a fire to dry out. Whilst searching for brushwood I uncovered a flight of steps that led down underground to a demonic portal. I did not recognise the craft; it was neither Dwarven nor Elven. I did not dare venture in alone.
