The Free City of Greyhawk
A heavy sleetstorm takes over late at night for about 1/2 an hour. The entire Free City of Greyhawk is covered with a wet snow that will soon turn to ice.
For the last couple of months the party has enjoyed a well deserved rest and, recently joined by their new members, Ashult, Steven Grayson, Maskus Ironlock., Theras Thoess of Clan Meldarin, and Baroque, they feel like they are almost ready to begin the long journey to Veluna.
The Dead are remembered in song.
A 1/2 elf bard has put together several poems about all of the fallen ones and ends dramatically with the tale of the demon that was slayed in The Mistmarsh just a few months ago. He ends with his sword raised high in the air: “we have our heroes, we have our names in history, they will live on forever!”
For a moment there is an uncomfortable silence. A few seconds later cups are raised; “to the fallen ones”
Several hours later and now full of Rabbit Velunaise and Almorian stuffed stirge, presented with the bill, this is no cheap feast at 50 gold each, Steven and Bornthien realize what was once a small purse of gold, is now nothing more more than the remains of a rat.