As the night begrudgingly ends, the snow miraculously begins to let up. At first it’s barely noticeable, with only those looking closely able to notice that the view outside the magical dome is slightly less opaque. But as the party grows closer to what Kreska and Tlasaz swear is their destination, the weather mellows to a mundane blizzard, then finally to a normal, run-of-the-mill snowstorm. When the camp comes into view at daybreak, the party is greeted with the beautiful sight of the actual sunrise, the clouds cleared away in a large radius around the camp.

Dozens of yeti fur yurts capped with the same stone orbs that Kreska and Tlasaz carry are all clustered around a massive, roaring bonfire fueled by what looks like fire elementals trapped in small shrines. Small children quickly scamper towards the group, gawking at the expedition, asking far too many questions to keep up with. The adults in the camp also spare a few confused glances at the party, but otherwise continue with whatever tasks they’re attending to: skinning yetis and other animals, maintenancing crossbows and glaives, sewing clothes, fixing cracked orbs, practicing geomancy, and trading in stalls around the bonfire. After a brief meeting with the elders, Kreska and Tlasaz let the group know that they’re welcome to rest the day and night in the camp while they recover, give them what little rations the camp can spare and point them towards a mining town further north which may contain the answers that they seek.