24 Patchwall, YR 1 of The Seer's New Greyhawk Orthodox Calendar. Time: Just past middle-day (1233) on the revised 24 hour-segment clock.
...As the miniature dragon alights upon Zan's arm, all the party, except perhaps Myrrick, stare in wonder. The little creature takes stock of all of you, her bright eyes intelligent and appraising. Her head dances in greeting as she notes Myrrick, slows to a more stately bob as she studies the dwarves, then halts as she recognizes Kullonar for what he is. Her stare is long, imperious. At last she turns to Weasel and offers the young man a hiss.
The introduction complete, Ginger lifts off from Zan's arm and flies to Myrrick, landing on the scout's shoulder. She seems to indicate the desire to scout ahead, though she looks at Weasel and again offers a hiss.
As Myrrick steps off, she takes off from his shoulder and darts up the path. She is fleet, nimble, flying beneath overhanging boughs and through the forested slopes. The rest of you trudge behind - just shy of two hours pass when you come to a steep slope, atop which sits the ruins of what looks to once have been a watchtower.
It is a rough trek along an overgrown path with large rocks and jagged scree slowing your passage. Still, eventually you get to a point below the promontory and have a look. The tower itself looks almost to have been shorn from shoulder to elbow, with the high end some 20' high, the lower end closer to 10'. A door stands open, though you can see nothing within, and to the right a pathway circles around and down until out of sight. It is quiet here, though not unnaturally so - birds can be heard in the distance, as well as the chitterings of other animals.
Suddenly the small form of Zan's familiar returns and alights upon his shoulder.