A harsh winter wind at your back, you take shelter in a nearby cave & discover that it is much more than you could have imagined, but paradise is not always what it seems.
At dusk, a meadhall looms out of the mists & tombs of the Barrowlands. Suspicious, you seek shelter as preferable to a night spent amid the barrows & their horrid occupants.
You know the perils of the wanderer in the Fimblevintr. Amid a meager feast a terrible event thrusts pushes the Heroes into the wilderness on the trail of the thieves of the Rimecold Hart.