"So, uhh, which way are we going, boss?" Sydon asked, as he looked at the branching path ahead of them. After a few minutes of discussion and debate, the group took the rightmost path.<br/><br/>Two hours later, after squeezing through a narrow, twisting pathway, they emerged. Snow falls steadily in this forest glade, which appears to be an ominously oversized graveyard. Dozens of ten-foot-tall headstones rise from the snow, with what must be drift-buried paths winding through the graveyard where no stones loom. An old tower leans precariously against the supportive branches of several trees at one end of the glade, while an immense marble vault looms at the other, at the edge of a frozen lake.<br/><br/>Sydon immediately began shivering, and Sak'bas looked particularly uncomfortable, as the temperature plummeted to far below freezing.