Ice speeds from a walk to a trot when the soft chatter reaches her ears. She was late! What a way to make a first impression on a group of seasoned adventurers. The woad dun pangere breaks the treeline and spots the three other coursers standing together near the entrance of the dungeon. All three heads swivel in her direction. One is giving her a look of curiosity, another a look of frustration, and the last one a look of pure disinterest. Oh boy. ...