[Center][h2]Wreckage of the Wyndspire Falcon[/h2][/Center]
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The normally warm tropical air has a faint cold to it, and it was even snowing in the middle of spring. Small chunks of ice floated in the ocean waters around the island. The chill from the wind could go right through the bones, and many tried their best to survive the cold, their saving grace being they had just gotten out of winter these last few months. Were this winter, it might just kill off Man and Sahuagin alike.

The beach sands were cold and damp, both from the snow and blood. Bodies littered the beach, but those that showed signs of life were dragged to a grassy, rocky part of the beach preceding it. The remains of the Wyndspire Falcon rested half in the sand and half in the water in many pieces. 

The Halfling man, Jeets stood by the survivors. He explains to them about the recent activity on the island, and the Unnatural cold. 

[i]"Hoy, you wouldn't believe tha things that've been 'appenin' here. First 'ese cultist blokes tried ta rob me, a big white dragon appearin', and now its snowin' all over! I bet me lucky coin its 'at dragon causin' this."[/i]

He shook his head and looked back at the group [i]"So what's yer stories eh? You can roight outta the sky in that there big airship. I ain't found anymore a you alive, but I 'aven't been in the ship yet. Maybe you'll find something in there eh? Once you get done gatherin' yerselves, meet me up 'ere!"[/i] Jeets points to a small rectangular white tent set up on a small hill.

[i]"I'll do my best ta patch ya up, and I'll take ya to the main village not to far from 'here, maybe an hours walk. I'll go get my things all packed up, and wait for ya."[/i]