Crystals that only wake to raw mana. A grove chained to stone. A warden of ice that makes every brave strike hurt. The team pushes past cold and consequence to cut someone free—if they can.By dawn, a confession chills more than the dungeon ever did. The road bends to velvet comfort where the bill isn’t paid in coin. Step in, breathe deep… and notice what the inn quietly takes.

Music: Spelljammer - Astral Sea Background by Supernova Collective https://supernovacollective.bandcamp.comLicensed under Scrybe Quill Context Licensehttps://www.scrybequill.com/license