A Group of Mercenaries that is almost completely composed of lizard folk
A small brass bell…with a deadly power.
"He travels the seas looking for what cant be found. To his love his heart is still bound"
The PCs are setting up camp at the end of their first day of walking through the Esh-Inel Mountains, when they hear in the distance a low rumbling, like thunder. It grows progressively louder until it echoes off the mountainous bowls around them, then dies away again. At its worst the ground starts trembling. It happens every day at this time, and it is the noise of the Great Carts on the dwarfish underways returning home after a day mining, laden with many tons of ore.