Antroine's rapier has returned to its normal temperature as has Breor's armour. Comparing notes you realise that only Artos, Breor and Antroine were effected by the cold, Arathorn and Valandil were not in the campsite when it came on and seem to have been too far from its source. Furthermore, although the air around the three did get cold, the intensity seemed to radiate from all the metal items in your possesion, the shaggy Artos managing to shake off the cold from his few metal items.
Although the cold and the ghost lights have now faded away, the bank of thick fog to the west still remains, encroaching from where the two Dunedain were hidden to the fringes of the campsite, blocking all visibilty.
As you stand about debating your next course of action, you are all surprised by a loud hiss from the west as you turn to see a large ball of flame emerge from the midst of the fog, rolling like a large burning tumbleweed through the undergrowth and towards the party.
