A human, dwarf, tiefling, and halfling come over a rise in the road not far from the coast. It’s a clear morning and The Alaor is clearly visible behind them now. The four adventurers have been traveling west for several days. Fate and necessity brought them together near the city of Bezantur, just south of Thay. While most of the citizens of Bezantur were grateful for their help, a few powerful military leaders were not pleased when the platoon of gnolls, which was terrorizing dock workers and sailors, was eliminated by the adventurers. The Lord Marshall rewarded them for their efforts, but suggested they make their way west toward Escalant.