A sudden chill makes you shiver (lose 3 ENDURANCE points). ‘Are you all right?’ asks Paido. ‘Perhaps we should go below and shelter from this filthy storm.’ You answer with a nod and follow him down the taproom stairs to the welcoming warmth of the hold. The soldier Trost greets you on your return but you fail to notice him—you are too busy scanning the hold for the stranger. You see him, seated alone in a shadowy corner opposite your table, quietly reading his black book.