When we returned to Darmid, I thought we would live out the rest of our lives in some semblance of contentment. So much had changed, most for the good. But Gestus' unexpected arrival, and unwelcomed disclosures set us off in a direction that none of us could have anticipated. In no time, we found ourselves quite literally on a path with no turns, compelled by the same forces that started our adventure in the first place. After a harrowing journey through the caves, the three of us found ourselves in the frozen wastes of Camorra.