Chapter 2: Do-si-do with Dame Fortune

When you get back to the city, you know it's a several day trip from there to where you had met the crazy man before. While there, you notice that news broadsheets have a date about six months later than you'd expect it to be, given the time you have traveled.

The woman is frightened of the sudden assault. It is 13 Alturiak, foul beast!

As you all make your way through the city, towards the gates out, you can tell that people here are seemingly unhappy, moreso than they were when you were last here.

You do see a familiar face as you approach the main gate. Looking somewhat more disheveled than you are used to is Rolen, watching people come and go.

Rolen leads you all back to a nondescript looking tavern. While the other inn you stayed at during your time in town was reasonably populated, this one seems almost deserted. A single drunken sot sits on a stool near a bar while a disinterested human absently rubs a rag over the scarred wooden bartop, rheumy eyes not seeing much. The sign over the door once read "The Frosted Spire" in gilded letters, but that has long since faded. A reasonably active fire crackles in the heavy stone fireplace.