ST-3295: Draconis Hart

The air was still smouldering. What remained of Svalberg was a pile of bodies, burned out shells of houses reduced to their stoney foundations, and some charred wagons where the residents had attempted to escape the onslaught of… well, the trio wasn't quite certain what. Ash fell like snow into the hot air and cast the cobble streets into a night-like darkness, and what actual snow had been on the ground had melted away. A few crackling wooden beams lay across the walls of houses they'd onc...