As the horse carriages slowly plodded through the snowy region, you and your party was out on a search for a lost party within the northernlands. Snowflakes danced as they descended from the heavens and landed on your face. For some reason you were cold, yet you knew there was a small village up ahead, known as Roa Village. It must have been a safe haven in the heart of the snowy region, with wooden heavyset walls shielding the community from goblins and animals.