“You have traveled four days with your new found companions. Rain and cloudy weather have marred your travels since you left, slowing your pace and forcing you to keep off the main road and travel under the eaves of the woods to the north of the treadway.
It does seem odd to have such strange weather. Sunshine can be seen on the far horizon, and you all have a feeling that something is amiss, as if a dark cloud is following you.
Each of you thinks back to the the Inn where you formed your fellowship. You shift your packs, which seem even heavier in the rain, and recall Artour’s notice: “Seeking Fellow Adventurers,” it read. “Companions to share in glory and gold and adventures unnumbered.” As you look down at your
muddy boots, you think to yourself that you would gladly trade his promises of gold for dry clothes and a warm fire."
And This Is Where Our Story Begins…