We talked to the village shaman and determined that most likely something has upset tomb of the angry spirit. Further, our attempt to save the northman likely earned us its enmity as well. To this end, our goals were aligned with that of the tribe, and we prepared to set out across the Virgrid plains to the land of the frost giants.

To aid us in our quest we were given a pair of mammoths. The large beasts were stocked with provisions for the 4 day journey in the still raging blizzard. Before departing I traded some coin for a large wolf-dog and a snowy falcon. After ascertaining there was nothing to do whilst the larger beasts trundled across the snowy land, I spent time getting to know the smaller beasts.

Eventually we arrived at a pair of frozen doors that opened to a valley that led deep into the frost giant lands. We eventually ended up in a citadel or city of some type that looked very deserted. The only denizens were a dozen or so spiders and a creepy statue that the others say represents the frost giant god fighting Tyr.

The emptiness of the halls is eerie. Ghosts and spiders…