The return trip to Frontier moves at a good pace and weather is agreeable. The party arrives at the shrine of Mielikki as evening falls on the end of the 2nd day and the group decides to camp there overnight.

During the evening Klembsy experiences a waking dream while sitting around the campfire.
The druid takes a pull from his waterskin. He closes his eyes as he savors the cool water.
Opening his eyes he is surprised to see the scene around him has drastically changed. The fire remains but his companions and the horses have vanished. The grotto is completely covered in snow and light flurries drift in all around, the scene is quiet and peaceful.
Looking to the rock shrine the blood from the ettin battle remains but it appears as fresh crimson, a disturbing contrast to the blanketed surroundings. The blood stain begins to flow from the rock as if it were a wound on the stone itself. Compelled to it, Klembsy steps forward to the shrine, feet crunching on the snow. Reaching out, he is somewhat surprised to see his right arm. As his fingers touch the blood, the stain seeps over his fingers, flowing slowly up over his hand. It burns and turns black. The druid drops to his knees clutching his arm. The blackness stops at his elbow but the flesh begins to melt off, dripping and hissing onto the snow. The pain overwhelming, Klembsy screams but no sound emits.
Then a white flash.
The form of an elven woman, silhouetted in light appears next to the shrine.
Bathed in her radiating light, Klembsy feels no pain.

She touches the rock shrine and the ‘wound’ vanishes.
The blanket of snow evaporates from the rock and rippling out, the snow vanishes from the entire grotto revealing glowing emerald greenery.
Birds and butterflies dart about through golden rays of sunlight piercing the canopy above and bathing the surreal scene in warmth and beauty.
As the ripple passes Klembsy his arm regrows.

Looking up to the elven woman, she nods to the druid and in a blinding white flash Klembsy is back sitting next to the campfire.
It is again evening and his companions are all around him.

Somewhat stunned by the experience, Klembsy takes in his surroundings.
Even in the pale moonlight, it is apparent the grotto has been unattended for some time.
Much overgrowth has overtaken the once sacred site and the dark stain of blood from the Ettin battle is still visible on the shrine.