Boztun Badlands, Klos 15th, 350AC, 15:30 (dusk, 32 degrees, new moon)
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After 5 more minutes of marching, you come across an improbable sight. Odin’s Warhammer lies on the path. In the dim light, you might have missed it, if it wasn’t for the pale background of the snow.
To the north, in the distance, you start to hear the all-too-familiar shrieks of your rodent enemies.
