A local lord tasked you with finding his son, amateur explorer Besin Walbell. You've spent days trekking up a mountain pass to his last known location. As you round a rocky outcropping you finally spy it. A small tree cluster with a campsite nestled in the middle, out of the blustering wing. But as you draw closer, snow clinging in heaps to your shoulders, your heart sinks... the campsite is cold, the fire hasn't been lit in days. No one has been here for some time...