The characters recouped at Triboar while deciding where to go from here. They weighed their options including attacking the stone giants, the frost giants, or. . . saving Elowyn. They gathered together some additional group members who had been off on other adventures along with Andrik, the Afro-Knight (sur nuff!) and realized that, no matter what they do, they need more muscle. After some discussion of the pros and cons of various spellcasters or warriors, Prill stated that she had a friend in Yartar who might owe her a favor. Brilliant idea rewarded, she sent a message to Lyla who responded affirmatively along with nine of her friends, known Berserkers. The group decided They negotiated rates with Prill and the group and settled on a reasonable GP value. We decided to chase down the drow envoys on our way to taking out the Fire Giants! . . . and saving our dear friend Silvarren. With 10 Berserkers in tow and a full group, we tracked the drow down in our airship, flew ahead and set an ambush- of sorts. The battle was tough, but the PCs easily won having only lost 2 Berserkers to lightning-related injuries. We looted the bodies (of course, finding some valuables along with a magical Iron Flask (which Andrik Identified and determined that it was a magical item tht can capture and contain extra planar creatures- and apparently had one inside, though he couldn't tell what. The group rescued Loomshank . . . and Elowyn and took off in the airship towards Ironslag to get pasted by some Fire Giants. ON the way, we were harried by some Barbarians flying on the back of giant ravens. It made it difficult to be at ease as we are uncertain of their motivations. . . .