The party's wagon jostled from side to side as Horace, their bull, pulled them through the vast meadow, lighthearted chatter and laughter coming from within the wagon's the canvas hood. Kehvos sat back with a warm, content smile as the rest of the party drank and celebrated their recent victory against the Sorcerer of Crestwood, and he could tell they had no plans of stopping soon.

As night falls and the drunken party members fall asleep, Kehvos stops the cart for the night so everyone can sleep, unaware that they aren't alone in the meadow tonight.