Just hours after falling asleep, Timoster woke up to the shouts of dragons. Everyone else stood up as well, wondering what exactly was happening above. Ulemi turned towards the group but before she could say anything the voices intensified, to the point where the entire mountain seemed to be caught up in a voice-stealing curse. Timoster tried to talk but couldn't say anything either. He tried to run but could barely stand up, just like everyone else. Even the bulky Orc couldn't do much about it. Timoster hadn't felt so powerless before.

Moments later an avalanche hit them, destroying the camp and burying everyone under the snow. Timoster hit the ground hard but wasn't notably injured. He was lucky, as such a fall could potentially kill him. He stood up slowly and so did everyone else. It took some time until he could find his balance. By the time everyone was on their feet again the battle was over. Following Ulemi's orders, Timoster picked up his bag and equipment from the ruined camp.