Going through the Mountains

* The party was busy debating which water teleportation hole to go through so I decided to jump into the one marked 10 with a "You only live once!" Naturally, my twin brother followed.
 
* Landing in water, I looked around and saw that I was in a shallow lake surrounded by mountains. My brother landed behind me shortly after. The water was quite cold and I started to head to the rocky beach. Shortly after again, Petros came through as well.
 
* Making a campfire to get warm, we waited on the rest of the party to come through but instead, we heard Mal through the hole, "Are you alright?" "Yes, we are still alive!" "Ok.. can you get back?"
 
* Petros got up and jumped back into the hole and disappeared. Tyrian and I looked at each other and I pulled out a bottle of vodka and offered it to my brother. We sat drinking until Petros came back with the rest of the party.
 
* We camped on the beach for the night and then the next morning, it was decided to head through the one opening that was filled with trees. We forged a path with the help of Mal and finally came upon a rocky area. In this area, there were 3 giant stone people sleeping. While the party were deciding what the next move would be, we could hear sounds nearby and then saw a weasel pop its little head out from a hole. Mal looked at it, mumbled something then chittered away at the weasel. They seemed to have a conversation and then the weasel climbed onto Mal's shoulder. Mal then led us past the stone giants.
 
* We continued on our way and by nightfall, set up camp. I offered some of the last of my jerky to the weasel and called him cute. The weasel chittered at me and seemed to say "Thanks." Shaking my head, I went to bed and slept peacefully that night. I woke up the next morning with the weasel at my feet. He seemed to speak in his sleep and was muttering "Stay away from her."
 
* Continuing on our way, the weasel seemed to take a liking to me and followed me or would hitch a ride on my backpack. Mal gave up the last of his bacon so that I could feed the weasel.
 
* We finally made it out of the mountains and stumbled upon a village, at this stage, the weasel was wrapped around my neck and was asleep. We walked into the centre and could see people wearing black veils. They seemed to be in mourning. We heard a door open and a plague doctor walked out announcing the death of a woman. The person looked around then headed towards us, taking its mask off. It was a man with pale skin and long black hair. He wasn't bad to look at.
 
* "So, we have some visitors.. are you staying or just passing through?" "Just passing through I answered." He then went on about how the town was experiencing deaths and that no one knew why. There was speculation that it started with an outsider who slept with a woman from town and that she died 2 days later. From there people continued to die. The other theory was about entities that would come at night and come in through windows. Tyrian tried to ask a question but the man didn't seem to like Tyrian and was quickly shut down. The man had taken a liking to me and was ok to talk with Mal but he ignored the rest of the group.
 
* The man offered for us to stay at the tavern and wanted us to follow him to check-in. I could hear the weasel, who was perched on my shoulder say "Don't trust him". I patted the weasel and turned to look at him, I asked what I should name him... I swear I heard Al and the rest was muffled. Mal piped up that we needed to get to the Lucky Rabbit's foot and this is where the conversation led to the man believing that the outside was the owner of this tavern. That his name was Malcolm but Mal convinced him that the man was named Michigan rather.
 
* Tyrian at this stage, had also now taken a dislike for this man and walked off. I didn't want to stay as it just didn't feel right so followed my brother with a "we still have some hours in the day, we should be off." The rest of the party must have agreed as they followed.
 
* Heading towards Mal's tavern, we stopped after about 1 and a half hours walk to make camp. It was at this time that Mal started to act weirdly and talk with the flora. After some time, he came back and told us what the plants had told him. They had advised of a tall pale man with long black hair, who had stolen an ancient relic made of obsidian from the ground near one of the trees. Now we had to decide what to do with this information.