The Frostweald’s evening chill still clung to Vex’ahlia’s cloak as she slipped back into the dimly lit common room of their temporary inn. Vox Machina gathered around a table discussing what they should do next.

The door thudded shut behind her. Snowflakes shook free from her braid, glittering briefly in the lanternlight. She strode forward, dropping a rolled parchment onto the center table.

“Right... good news, dearlings. I may have found us work. A lordling outside Westruun is paying handsomely for someone to clear out whatever’s been snatching travelers near the old quarry. I saw we take the job and earn some easy money."

Vex leaned a hip against the table, arms folding. Looking for any response.

“So? Are we taking it or not?”