Act II, Ill Fortunes (the third day)

Heather thinks the she-wolf simply need some healing to regain consciousness (the whole injury and death rules of the game...). Meanwhile, Veroth passes the whole room through a fine-tooth comb. While he will fail to find any traps, he will notice a few things. First, there seems to be some equipment underneath the furs which partially covered the runic circle in the south-east. Second, he will notice that the further he moves west, the warmer the room gets. Nothing uncomfortable, but it sure would be a nice place to stay during winter... In fact, he'll notice that the warmth seems to emanate from the stone door on the western wall.

Veroth will notice several dozen cold iron arrows, half a dozen potions, two small 30 cm length of intricately carved wood, a masterwork rapier, a masterwork studded leather, a masterwork chain shirt, and various small disposable personal items.

Darren will see that all 6 potions and both wands are magical.

The captive she-wolf wakes up, tries in vain to break free of her bonds, shivers a bit then turns to you.

"What do you want from me? Are you going to torture me before I die? Or perhaps will you enjoy watching me slowly waste away from this disease? If you are here, I can only assume our mates are dead... So go ahead and finish us off already..."

"If it means a quick and painless death, then fine, I will tell you all you wish to hear."

"Sadly, I do not know. Me and Tris seem to have contracted it a few days ago, we've been slowly waisting away ever since, and none of our magical healing worked... Our pups quickly died from it, but our mates did not seem to have contracted it. Maybe it's this cursed place..."