<div align="center">(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcREd5sO-UZs5nbctSZ3hemJG17wafmbqMwytau4I7rCPeFOH_H2oA)</div><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Somewhere in the Greater Glroriana frontier on the Appurata River heading eastward toward Tel'vidia.<br/><br/><em>The cold morning air stabs like cold stabbing knives. The spring thaw has opened up the rivers of the Glorianian frontier to trade by the various private and public caravans begin the springtime trade. This skiff rushes down the river carried swiftly on the swollen banks as the iron prow smashes through the fragile ice. The sound of breaking glass fills the air as the ice splits down middle. The trade-master Daler Gemgilt stands short, even for a gnome. He strokes his graying ruddy bear knocking ice and snow from it. <br/><br/>The boxes and crates were filled with furs and wines headed to trade on the border posts. His weather-worn face looked bow to stern. The trading skiff had no sails. Burly half-merfolk and human sailors pushed the vessel along, mainly trying to keep it off the shoals as it sped along. They were headed to the old imperial viaduct, and impressive ancient structure that had once let boats like his and water flow through it. The gnome got an uneasy feeling when he thought about the old empire. He had taken precautions though. He had put out a hasty order for muscle and several candidates had signed on.<br/><br/>That is why all of you are currently aboard. The viaduct is not a normally traveled route. The desire for easy gold has driven Master Gemgilt to seek risky routes. The trip has thus far been uneventful, the rivers are much safer and the closest anyone on the trip has come to peril is at the long end of a wolf's howl or perhaps losing all their coppers in a games of dice. Gemgilt thought nothing of the spread of adventures, elves and halflings often went to Tel'vidia, and humans were always headed somewhere in a hurry. <br/><br/>They still had time to spare. The viaduct was leagues down the river even with the express speed of the fast-flowing river. Several of the sailors lounged in the cold. The shallow-bottomed boat was not really made for overnight travel, but the sailors were taking in a salary so they didn't get to complain. He was plying his hired goons with promises of treasure that might be in the viaduct, which had once been part of a large fort that had once exerted control of the artery of travel. The trade master paced the thirty five feet of his skiff listening to the songs of early rising birds.</em>