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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jfdlsjfd" data-source="post: 9575705" data-attributes="member: 42856">Anyway, against all odds, we finally won an honest-to-God victory at chequers.The Elf-lord is surprised that we won, accept defeat but mention that he will fulfill his part of the dare, while doubting that we would have done the same if we had lost. It is a vile attack on our morality, we didn't fight him each time we lost because the book lied to us.He recognizes that he is unfair when we act all outraged and enchant the chequers pawn with his rune, to help when we will face the final foe. We're then allowed to proceed. We walk until the night is pitch black, and we consider making camp when hear padpadpad -- stealthy footsteps on the snow. It must be the Frost Hound foreseen to be after us in the wood. We make a run. They close. The whole pack is after us.  At some point when we can feel their breath on our heels, we see a cave in which we see the light of a fire. The books warns us that the cave has no other exit, a dead end of which there is no escape.Of course, we have now learnt not to trust you, book, and we have the Seer advice, so we run to the entrance of the obvious deathtrap. The sparkle of light we saw was indeed a fire. The cave is inhabitated, as the cold wind is blocked by a draped fur. As we pull it away... we see a warm and welcoming hearth, on which resides a pot with, you guess it... FREE STEW.We smell roast meat, and golden light glimmers on bottles of wine and mead. Our flesh, flayed by the cold outside, now tingles with delight as the warmth returns to it. An old woman comes at the front of the cave, welcoming us. "Hello, do come in!" We warn us of the pack of wolves, but she dismisses the threat with a wave of her hand, saying the beasts don't come in, as they don't like the warmth. Since we are tired, we just crash her beds and she tucks us in. In the morning, she has left and is nowhere to be seen. We've had a very pleasant night, restoring all our lost endurance, and we are given, on the way out, the opportunity to take an amber tinderbox. The book tells us that it must be a gift from the old lady. But since we never talk to her about it, it could be her favourite tinderbox that she left on a shelf in her home that we're going to pilfer. Which we will. I should update the inventory now, but we're still far form full as we ate all of our food crossing the ice-covered sea.</blockquote>

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