To set up this adventure, the characters have arrived at the watchtower just before the sun sets and must spend the evening with the garrison or face the raging blizzard outside. The unnamed watchtower, a lone sentinel in the wintery wilds, is crewed by six battle-weary soldiers. This ragged garrison must spend one more night in the frigid spire, where wind blows through cracks in the stone and snow drifts in from under the rotting wooden door. At sunrise, a fresh group of guards will arrive to relieve the fatigued soldiers. Also in residence is Forrix Diamondclaw, a dragonborn mercenary who seeks shelter from the storm and carries a steel chest with no discernable markings. 

Art by Dean Spencer Art