This morning Syndra, a cleric of Tyr, told the breakfast table about a dream she had of a boat in a frozen sea surrounded by warm water with a symbol on the bow. I recognized the symbol as that of Lithander. Ines postulated that the dream may symbolize Neverwinter as that is a place known to be warm when it should be cold.
People traveling to Neverwinter:
| Name | Race | Class | Player |
| Otto Wilhelm | Forrest Gnome | Rogue/Sorcerer | Donald Dienst |
| Syndra | Half Sea Elf | Cleric/Warlock | Sara |
| Sirk | Human | Monk | Kris |
| Tael | Dark Elf (drow) | Paladin | Victoria |
| Ines | Dwarf | Rogue | Alison |
| Rick | Wood Elf | Ranger | Josh |
| Shmileave | Goblin | Shamin' leader | NPC |
| Duke | Goblin | NPC | |
| 8 other Goblins | Goblin | NPC | |
| Sildar | Human? | Knight? | NPC |
The rest of the day was mostly uneventful except for Rick having a conversation with a bird that told him people were fighting a day or so to the north. This is the direction we are going to be heading so we should be ready.
I took the same watch as Tael and kept an eye on her in case she tried to signal any thieves or tried anything. However, the watch went uneventfully.
In the morning there was a new person in our camp. A man wearing yellow with a white face mask. The others seem to know him and trust him and he offered to send us all directly to Neverwinter saving us several days of travel. Then with a gesture of his hand, he brought the gates of Neverwinter to us as if all the land in between had vanished. This is no arcane magic! I believe I may have just met a god, probably Lithander.
