<div class="floatright">(https://preview.redd.it/art-corin-eymor-the-wolf-knight-v0-7dveyhrvtov91.jpg?auto=webp&amp;s=dc52176a33ae102fe4edd9ed6deb5ecd0a83e76e)</div><strong>PLAYER NAME:</strong>Eduardo<br/><strong>MAJOR:</strong>Engineering<br/><strong>FROM:</strong>Battle Creek, Michigan<br/><strong>CHARACTER NAME:</strong>GM, Enoch<br/><br/>"Welcome, Mira!"<br/><br/>Before commencing, Eduardo provided Sam her character's trinket: an owl figurine carved from whalebone.<br/><br/>He then sat back into his chair, and continued telling the tale of the RIME OF THE FROSTMAIDEN.<br/><br/>Your characters find themselves huddled in a tavern in the largest of the Ten Towns, Bryn Shander.  It is an icy morning, though it is hard to tell the time.  The tavern is filled with concerned citizens.  They have all come to hear Hlin Trollbane, a shield dwarf and retired bounty hunter, speak of the latest news of the<span class="bbc_u">murders.</span><br/><br/>Oh, you have all heard of the recent killings.  Three cold-blooded murders have been committed in the past month: a halfling trapper in Easthaven, a human shipbuilder in Targos, and three days ago, a dwarf glassblower right here in Bryn Shander.  It is said that each victim was found with a dagger of ice through the heart.<br/><br/>Had the people of Ten-Towns not suffered enough?<br/><br/>"Roight," Hlin said as she approached the large table in the center of the tavern.  She was about three and a half feet tall, with ice-white hair.  She was older now, a few centuries really, but she retained a suggestion of the features of a daring explorer.  She was smoking a pipe.   "Help me up, you smelly basterd," she said to a fellow who, quite assuredly, smelled rank.  The fellow almost heaved Hlin on to the table.  She teetered towards the center so that the table wouldn't flip over, and then announced:<br/><br/>"All right, all right, settle down," Hlin said.   "Now, I know we're all concerned about these recent killings, and we're all sure that the militia ain't goin' to do anything about it.  So that's why I'm going to give a 100 gold to the person or persons who apprehend this killer and find proof of their crimes."<br/><br/>"Why don't you do it yourself, Hlin?" a fellow obscured by a parka asked.   "They say you're as skilled as anyone with an axe."<br/><br/>"There was a time, to be sure, that I might have gone out meself, aye," Hlin said.   "But those days are long gone."<br/><br/>A few of the concerned citizens departed then.  They complained that they had thought Hlin had news to share.  The only persons that remained, really, after Hlin had made her announcement were a lone ranger sitting in the corner and...<strong>ALL OF YOU.</strong><br/><br/>"Take an old woman up on her offer," Hlin said as she approached you.   "A hundred gold is nothing to sneeze at."<br/><br/>Indeed, the going rate for wages for a Bryn Shander guard nowadays was 6gp/month.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://www.worldanvil.com/uploads/images/8c44d24a791460f767938617af41d630.png)<br/>Hlin Trollbane</div>