Without a word, the baroness turned and followed the same trail of dead that had led us to the heart of the Pa

Without a word, the baroness turned and followed the same trail of dead that had led us to the heart of the Pale Hills. Let time, the elements, and the gods decide what to do about the kobolds, their strange religion, and their nascent artistic ability — His Grace would just watch from a distance. We didn't waste any time with the dragon head, and on our way back, our luck finally turned. A family of wild boars had decided to take a rest right in the middle of what they must have thought was a long-abandoned path. One lucky shot and a plump piglet made its way to our backpacks, soon to be a hearty meal.