None of the explorers ready to exchange their charters for pickaxes and take up the life of a miner yet, the group camped for the evening and decided to head for the great tree that Grolo had seen from the hill, come the next day.<br/><br/>It was on the way to the tree that a column of wispy smoke rising from a valley drew the adventurers' attention. Reaching the valley, they found it was a pleasant enough place, with a clear stream running down the valley from one of the hills, watering the surrounding soil which supported a small copse of trees budding with new leaf. Perhaps this was why the site had been chosen as a campsite, but all that was left of three small tents now were ashes and smouldering ruin. Two dead kobolds, stripped down to their bare soot-coloured scales, were strewn across the area amid a sea of broken spears and javelins jutting from the ground. A maze of footprints in mud and ash dotted the place.