Bromius strayed into the mist-shrouded hills north of the town of Southwind, his figure swallowed by the rolling fog. Searching for him there was hopeless, and the rest of the group could do little but press on, hoping he would find his way to the town on his own.
But as they entered Southwind, their hopes gave way to grim reality—the war had left the town scarred and broken, its streets heavy with suffering and despair.