Thread for ongoing flashbacks & retcons about things that happened before the adventure started, if needed.
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Verthel trudged through the deepening snow, still surprised that the wintery weather persisted this far south. He had not made it to the nearest settlement, and it had been difficult to find shelter last night in drifts off the road. Nature out of balance, indeed.

But his spirits ran slightly higher than they had in days, remembering yesterday's encounter with the merchant as the snow began to fall. The tale of odd happenings around Red Larch further south seemed to be the first inkling that he was headed in the right direction.

The tales themselves, foolishness about spontaneous combustion, ghosts seen by children, and all manner of other rumors, were probably wild speculations amplified by the telling and retelling across the miles of countryside. But sometimes such tales had a nugget of truth to them, so it was at least a place to start. Sometimes where there was smoke, there was fire.

And something in his communing with Auril gave him the impression he was heading in the right direction.

Verthel continued toward Red Larch, trudging in the snow. In truth, the weather didn't bother him overmuch- at least, not as much as it did when he had first wandered out of the Underdark all those moons ago, not nearly clothed enough to stand against the blizzard. It was only the favor of his new goddess that had preserved him that day, and he hoped he would never be that cold again.

Fortunately, he had come to know these lands better over time, and knew he had to be coming close. Soon, he would be in the village, and he could rest... Or, if things were bad enough, he could get to work. He pulled his cloak tighter to keep the wind out... And to avoid undue panic from the sight of his skin.

By the time Verthel made it to Westbridge the snows had stopped. A warm breeze blew through the town, and mud from the melting snows clogged the streets. Travelers and their animals struggled through the water and muck as they made their way about their business.

Westbridge was full of activity despite being a small village. Merchants and their retinue of guards and helpers shepherded goods predominantly north and south along the Long Road. A large group of travelers and their guards made their way across traffic towards the Stone Trail, apparently headed east.

The inn across from the Stone Trail seemed to be the center of attention, as a small group of elves stood arguing with an equal number of humans just outside the doors. Oblivious to the passing traffic, they blocked easy entrance and exit to the inn, and travelers began to shoot annoyed glances in their direction. A small flock birds settled in the road nearby, noisily fighting over the remains of a loaf of bread in the middle of the road. Several children of mixed races played a game of tag in and around the throng, getting half covered in mud in the process.