Twilight, Day 1
Complication Dice: 5 of 6

As he moved around the side of the building and to the rear, Njal had been expecting Gromnir to start growling. Or snarl. Or otherwise give some sort of indication that there was something wrong. But the big husky didn't. Quite the opposite. The dog had taken a few moments to tap his nose in the way dogs did when smelling something at the corner of the building, but, seemingly satisfied, had then moved right on, nonchalantly trotting around the back of the building with barely a look back.

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Indeed, as Njal turned the rear corner himself, Gromnir was standing, tongue lolling, at the entrance to the building they'd suspected were stables. And indeed they were stables; solid, well-built ones, the timbers fine and the craftsmanship of the sort built to stand up to the weight of snow and the relentless pull and push of snow and ice. The stables were empty, but they'd been built to keep their door out of the prevailing wind, and there was certainly enough room for the adventurers' three horses and their dogs besides. They'd be well protected from the cold here.

Satisfied nothing was going to try and accost him at least for the moment, Njal turned his attention to the ground. There was no sign of any large, four-legged animal here recently, but there were a decent amount of tracks trundling between the stable and indeed the house itself. There was a rear door to the place, too, and the way the tracks looked it seemed a good number of two-legged creatures had been coming and going. The spread of the prints was a bit odd; as a dwarf he knew he didn't have a long stride himself, but these prints were closer still, as if a fair number of small individuals, even smaller than Verglas's gnomish stature, were walking around here. The feet, too, were small; and they had a light tread from what he could see, as if the owner of the tracks moved light on his feet. It seemed to be a regular print; no sign of clawed toes or rear talons.

And Njal had a certain sensation moving over him. Had been, since he'd crossed to a good fifty feet from the house. It was a feeling of rightness. Like the feeling you had in a warm fur coat that fully kept out the cold, but didn't overheat you. Or the 'ah' feeling one had when you first walked into a room with an open fireplace from a bitter cold day outside.