Icewind Dale Chase
The caravan rumbled down the rough dirt trail across the final set of hills, trundling down past pine trees still dusted with snow. In the larger world much further south it was full summer, but this far north, close to the Icewind glaciers and with the Spine of the World blocking the warm air currents from the south, it was a bleak, cold summer. The caravan had been on the road for a long time, traveling from the Silver Marches, and the merchants, guards and hangers-on were all tired...