The party, being refreshed and restocked with ample supplies, head out from the tower with one goal: find and question Dreus Matrand. Find out why she wanted the slaying stone and how exactly she even found out about its existence.
The two day march across the Ogre Fist Hills was less than exciting, but at least the spring weather held off the rains for the time being. The rolling hill side being a far better sight than the run-down and burnt-out buildings of the desolate Kiris Dahn that had permeated their vision for the last few days and nights.
The simple map that Treona had etched out marked the supposed location of Dreus's tower in the swamp known as the Witchlight Fens. Not much could be gleaned by scrying rituals as the swamp is thick with connections to the Shadowfel, and disrupts what can be seen with such rituals.
The party arrives at the site a few hours past noon on their third day of travel and are surprised to find that the tower Treona has spoken of was not only a ruin but also half-sunk into the mire of the swamp. Only the top floor could be seen though the under brush and much that now encircled what looked to once be a grand spire.
Inspection of a make-shift entrance sparked a conflict with the current inhabitants: Lizardfolk.
A skirmish ensued with the lizardfolk almost gaining in success until the Party dispatched their largest combatant and slowly took-out the remaining reptiles.
Now the sun looms high above the adventurers, basking the sunken tower in a misty light and a large trapdoor beckons them to enter into the floors beneath the mire.
