It is night, and you walk barefoot through the long grass. Somehow, you know you are in the Valley of the North Wind, but this is not the valley as it is today. Your tribespeople are nowhere to be seen, and in their place, there is just a sense of calm and serenity.
Before long, you become aware of a small group of figures standing a short distance away. Something about them seems familiar, though you cannot place it—it is certainly not their appearance, which looks distinctly primitive compared to your own people. The group comprises a woman, three men, and one strange, cloaked figure. They seem oblivious to your presence, and after a moment of hushed conversation, they move off toward the mountains at the northern end of the valley.
You don't remember following them, but a moment later, you find yourself standing beneath the mountains, perhaps twenty paces from where the grass ends and a wall of rock rises into the darkness above. In the cliff face is a cave—a circle of blackness set in the already dark stone—and though it fills you with foreboding, you know that the group has ventured within.
Enter the Cave