The venture near the entrance to the Underdark is cold and the weather threatens snow. The first chance you see a cave out of the wind, you jump at the chance to take shelter. However, it seems it was already occupied. A fire of purplish flames flickers its light against the rock walls, and you glance around before getting startled by a hulking figure that rises across the fire. Tall, hulking. He’s hunched, but as he rises, it’s clear he’s taller than seven feet, and covered in white fur. Scant blue robes, the barest excuse of them, and intricate blue face paint add to the oddity of his appearance— and the intimidation. His eyes flash blue in the firelight as he contemplates you. You realize he’s a Quaggoth— one of the more territorial and dangerous races of the Underdark. As you realize this, his protruding teeth gleam in the firelight. “At ease,” he finally speaks in a deep, gruff voice. “I sensed I would have company this night.”