<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong><tt class="bbc_tt">With the camping supplies packed away and the fire safely put out, the group of four continue their way over the hilly plains. At about midday they stop for a short break and just in the distance could they see the shape of two mountains forming the valley they sought.<br/><br/>Another three hours of walking and they finally reached their destination and it wasn't difficult to find a path of destruction. Trees snapped in two, remnants of fires, broken buildings and other signs of fighting. Whomever was this ettin surely didn't respect its land of resources. <br/><br/>Up ahead and around a turn to the right was a glow of amber, flickering with the cracks of kindling and to those of good senses a small chant and whooping echoed around the stones of this valley.<br/></tt></strong></span></span></div>