<em>Dashing through the snow<br/>In a one horse open sleigh<br/>Over the fields we go<br/>Laughing all the way...</em><br/><br/>The singing of the crazy old white-haired and white-bearded druid was just barely audible above the howling of the wind and snow blowing past Lydia Lovelady's delicate ears. Technically it was true: they were moving at high speed through frozen precipitation, in an open sleigh no less so that all that snow was blowing straight into their faces - thank the gods for the Endure Elements the druid had cast on them before the trip - pulled by a single reindeer. And they were over the fields - five thousand feet over the fields in fact, flying in a single-reindeer magical sleigh, through the clouds. Visibility was zero and to top things off the crazy old druid flying the sleigh was laughing madly while singing.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>A few days ago...</em><br/><br/>The inn was bright and warm, with a fire roaring in the hearth and copious amounts of spiced ale flowing freely to warm up one's bones and belly. Snow fell deep across the fields, but the cold and dark outside were kept at bay outside the inn's sturdy walls. Inside was a sanctum of cheer and festivity, locals and wandering adventurers alike celebrating the winter solstice. The notice board normally studded with bills for help wanted and quests was for once abandoned, with only a single lonely poster left on it.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Heroes Needed to save Elven Village from Goblinoid Raiders. Ask for Klaus the Druid.</span><br/><br/>But apparently all the heroes-to-be had already gotten enough gold to keep them through the festive season indoors where it was warm and cry, instead of having to hunt down goblinoids outside in the cold and snow. Only Lydia had asked for Klaus the Druid in the end. But still, it was just a bunch of goblinoids, how much of a problem could they be?<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>In the present...</em><br/><br/>Klaus the Druid was dressed unusually for one of his kind, in a bright red coat that covered his beer belly with white fur trim that matched the color of his bushy beard. He had to shout to make himself heard above the howling of the wind. "A little bird told me that the goblinoids have taken over the elven village by now! You need to meet up with any survivors, drive out the invaders and rescue any hostages they have taken!" He pushed a Scroll of Feather Fall into her hands. "They will be watching the skies! If you want to get the drop on them, use this only at the last moment!"<br/><br/>The clouds suddenly ended and the flying sleigh emerged into a clear, crisp night. The moon and stars above illuminated a snow-covered forest below. A clearing in the forest almost directly below them marked the location of the elven village, in the center of which a large bonfire burned, light and smoke visible even from so high up.<br/><br/>"Jump now! Good luck!"