Delicate layers of ice dust the streets and houses alike. The nights are growing darker, the cold biting. You all took refuge in this quaint yet bustling village on the way to your next destination. The cold left you wanting, and this village with welcoming amber torches bordering was all too tempting.

- Came across a man putting away his stall: mentioned his wife and that pastried and toys have gone missing. Party took refuge in a cosy bed and breakfast run by a friendly and very proud couple, Ruby (tiefling) and Jas (half-orc). These women allowed the party to return continually - for the right fee. The next day, people excitedly put up their Stalls - a common tradition for Wintermas - and laid out their produce.