As everyone finishes their meals and begins to gather their things for today's venture, Valna Moonsong states she'll travel with the group to the next town but will part with then one they get there.

It is now about eight in the morning. The vague outline of several fisherman can be seen out on the ice of the Redwaters. Their lanterns give off slight glow showing the fishermen working at the ice to break open new holes, or ones from yesterday, so they can begin working for the days catch.

Coming down the Eastway into the village is a small caravan of dog sleds with ax beaks in tow as well. Within the caravan a hulking dragonborn, wrapped in a thick cloak. The pommel, handle, and crossguard of his greatsword poking over his shoulder. As the caravan comes to a halt in the middle of Good Mead, really just outside of the mead hall, several villagers come out to greet the new arrivals and help unload the sleds and pack animals. 

One of the caravan folk step up to the dragonborn and hands them a small pouch. [color=6ecff6]"Heres for your help on the road. If your looking for more work in sure we can offer you more. However if it isn't guard work your looking for you might want to try talking to the folk around here. Word has it a giant passed through three days past and killed the mayor while taking off with two casks of mead. Might be some work there or maybe someone else has work elsewhere. I know Easthaven isn't to far off either."[/color] The person turns to head towards the mead hall and is stopped by a halfling and a half elf, both seeming to want to seek passage with the caravan.

The dragonborn heads into the mead hall to warm up and sees a group of five people gathered around one table, specifically two humans, a gnome, a moon elf, and a tiefling. Two humans sit near the hearth slowly finishing their food seeming to try to put off going out into the cold as long as possible. 

A woman behind the bar calls out to the new arrival asking if he wants anything.