After spending a night in aromatic Blanaer, Alki’s band travels south through the Viperstongue Ford Pass. Still suspecting they’re being watched, the adventurers arrive, about midway through the pass, at an improvised toll station, manned by men who’re only vaguely trying to conceal their origins in Calaunt.
The adventurers refuse to pay the toll, and are allowed to pass through, with only a dire warning of what may await them ahead, and a resigned sigh the the soldiers manning the checkpoint will be unable assist the group.
About two-thirds through the pass, in a high-walled, narrow area, the adventurers were confronted with a band of grass, unusually tall and healthy for this early in the spring, spanning the width of the pass.
After a few moments of consideration, Alki attempted to