<Feel free to keep roleplaying. I'm just going to put this here and go get some sleep>

Near the forest, the temperature grows noticeably colder. The road ahead is littered with debris and the corpses of slain humans and horses. A carriage stands in the roadway, its team of horses missing or cut free, while another overturned carriage lies sprawled and broken next to the tree line. To the south, more bodies have fallen around what appears to be a statue of ice. A snowy trail leads deeper into the forest.

If one of you starts poking around, I will need to know where everyone is. Arcatek is not one of the first three to poke around, nor is he staying behind alone.