It had been a rough week out in the unforgivingly cold and harsh wilderness of Coerthas. The weather as well as the anxiety of an unknown fate ate away at the Adventurers. After consuming mostly raw fish and a few bitter earty roots and endless marching towards the southern border, the group was at their limit. Meanwhile Camp Dragonhead had seen a significant rise in security forces due to a visit of the High Inquisitor Dylise Travanchet, who with Simeon and Broen's help, lead a small army to capture the runaway culprits. Their efforts proved successful just in sight of the southern border. A sound of horns in the distance indicated to the group that they had been spotted. The trap closed on them and the Miqo’te found themselves with nowhere to run and out of luck. Under the smug mocking voice of the Elezen Inquisitor they were marched back to their new and even less comfortable abode in the prison cells of Whitebrim. Two days of agonizing waiting ensued as the low on luck Adventurers faced a trial of justice for crimes they did not commit.

[Written by R'avi Tia]