The journey from Tiria Via to the valley under had been brutal. It was cold, the kind that bit at skin even under layers of blankets and cloaks.

The group of Occtis, Vaelus, Thaisha, Sir Julien, Dr. Amry, and Gaya Seremai, and you rode along the sands on horseback. Most of them were begining to feel their travels in their bodies. Julien had, for seemingly no reason, dismounted with sword drawn, claiming to have seen something before getting back on his horse when it seems he didn't

From the lead of the march, near Thaisha and Vaelus, you saw a flicker of light as a torch was lit. Shadows reached from seemingly nowhere, clawed hands grasping and snagging. Julien is pulled from his saddle by one, dragged away into the dark by the neck with a strangled noise.