The mighty river winds the cold north, many of the following days are spent in an enormous pine forest until a huge mountain ranged raises in the horizon. As you approach you see the river turn south and pass through a steep canyon, almost cut into the range. The landscape on the other side is mostly wooden foot hills before the river reach the great inner sea of Talingarde Lake Tarik. You know the watchwall sits on its southern shores and dutifully Odenkirk takes you north to a wooden valley where your destiny awaits. A crude pier sticks into the river and as you dock you see part of the horde, more bugbears than you have ever seen. Amongst them walks polar bear, these must be the Naatanuks, intelligent beasts in the services of bugbears. Quite a lot of fur clad goblins scuttles around the legs of their mighty cousins and the towering stature of a few hill giants can be seen on the edge of the camp. None of them seem to happy to see you but more pressingly are the four bugbears that makes their way towards you with menacing smiles.