Roadside Rest (Public) (Patreon)

A windblown chill bites into your very bones this far north, snow piled high on all sides. There is little in the way of game, even for the party's skilled ranger, and a week's worth of making camp in this tundra is enough to wipe the smile even from the bard's face. But even here there are small mercies, a small snowbound inn along the road, twin plumes of smoke from the chimneys, and the faint glow on the windows bode well, as does the smell of baked ham just barely carried by the wind. The perfect place to stop for a meal, a flagon of ale, and a warm bed to fortify the spirit before facing the challenges ahead.