Eventually our heroes would start along the path westward in hopes of closing the distance between themselves and the dryads grove. Their injuries were diminishing alongside their resources and obviously if their encounter was anything to go by, they would need their strength for a greater push. Indeed many had their magical strengths spent, and after an hour or so of braving the weather as the wind and snow blustered about them, they came across...<br/><br/>(Hidden Roll...)<br/><br/>The wind died down and the snow began to cease but not because of a dramatic change in weather but because something was blocking the snow and air from buffering them. Scanning the trees, they soon discovered that a mound of snow harbored a cavern leading into darkness within hardened dirt and rock. Whether or not they trusted the shelter to be safe for their desires to rest or not depended entirely upon them. Was it occupied by animals who would surely defend their territory or something supernatural, ready to take advantage of an unwary or unlucky traveler. The answers were just before them if they were bold enough to enter and brave enough to risk the hazards within. Or were they willing to try and seek out a more promising place to camp? Were there any to be found and would they find such a place before something else finds them?