Feanor far from home.

Previously a student and scribe at a Freehold arcane university, Feanor left to join the Paphos expedition on the trail of a mystery. Prior to the rediscovery of Paphos, Grimhold, one of his tutors had been schooling him and his fellow students in magical cryptography. Along with his regular lessons, Grimhold had given the class a challenge: he had presented a book written entirely in a cipher language which no one had so far cracked. Grimhold had only gotten so far as to discern, from some of the diagrams, that it likely has something to do with planar and dimensional magic. The only other clue was a symbol on the book’s cover, which was also unknown. Feanor became obsessed with the project, spending all his free time either trying to find any clues in the massive collection of the university's library or else meditating on the mysterious language and symbol. Not long after the Paphos expedition became news, Grimhold took him aside and told him privately that he’d learned that the same symbol on the cover of the book had been spotted in the ruins of Paphos. Grimhold promised to tell him more the next day and said he would lend him the book so that he may make a copy of it for himself. That night, however, a magical fire erupted in Grimhold’s quarters, destroying most of the tutor’s books and personal effects. Grimhold had vanished, and so had the book. An official investigation turned up nothing. So did any scrying spells. Not trusting anyone with what Grimhold had told him, Feanor dropped out and joined the expedition in search of answers.

As the wagon creaked and groaned beneath him, Feanor let his gaze wander back and forth from his notes to the view of the sprawling hills around him. The landscape was stark yet beautiful; a sea of rolling grass broken only by a rocky outcrop or dense thicket. His mind reeling with everything that had happened and anxious about what lay ahead, he found it difficult to maintain his focus. So much had changed so quickly.

What worried him most was that whoever was responsible for Grimhold's disappearance would surely be a member of the expedition. Until he knew more, he couldn't trust anyone. Besides, there was a chance that the culprit might recognize him as one of Grimhold's students. In which case, if they suspected why he was there, he would be in grave danger.

He glanced back at his notes: the handful of excerpts he'd transcribed into his journal, and of course, the symbol. What did it mean? Before, the question had been a fun and addictive passion. As a child, he'd reveled in puzzles, riddles, and word games. His parents would often chide him for missing food and sleep whilst his mind assaulted the bastions of some new, impenetrable enigma. The lessons in cryptography and the introduction to the mysterious language had restoked that fire.

But now... whatever this was, it must be important. Important enough for someone to commit murder perhaps? He didn't like to think too much on that. Perhaps Grimhold was still alive. In the time he had been his student, he had grown to have a deep admiration for Grimhold and often relied on his counsel and instruction. Whoever had done this, Feanor would do everything he could to bring them to justice.

He did remember overhearing a couple of the other students, who had only just recently come back from a trip to this area. What was it they had said?

Feanor considers their position and strains to recall details of the maps he had consulted before leaving. As he does this, he also turns to the wagon rider, We need to find shelter, like a cave or stone structure. Ideally, something large enough to ride the wagon into. Is there anything like that nearby that you can think of?

Rolling with advantage, using Educated trait