You have been told to meet Torrent at the Poison Apple Pub a little before midnight on New Year’s Eve, and have been told to use the side alley door. You know the pub is in a poorer district of town about a mile from the western city wall. As you walk through slush covered cobblestone streets and dark, snow filled alleyways, you fine yourself surprised that you travel unmolested. The people of Gate Pass must know that an army is on its way. Normal festivities are muted, and the evening is dark and claustrophobic. The multistory buildings of the city loom in the night, no lights in most windows.