I will be rolling everything that I decide needs a dice roll, of course. Especially attacks etc.
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Your night passes uneventfully, the stars eventually winding away to morning's first lights. The stone you camped on grew first very cold, then as the sun came up, grew much warmer, and some of you were not so pressed to leave the comfort of camp.
Others, however, were awake, and they heard and saw the chest. It moaned, and shrieked, and whispered strange words that were no sooner heard than forgotten. You would swear it had moved, but clearly chests such as that cannot?
No matter. You ready your gear as soon as all have awoken, and make ready to continue along the road to Archport. You have a long walk and hope to make for the Silver Dagger Inn, a way station and toll house around a day from out of Archport.