Three young Dolgrym pilgrims approach your camp from the lowland. They are soaking wet, barefoot, shivering. One wears a burlap sack and broad rimmed circular felt hat, and has blackened toes (not good) and is staring intensely at the fire. One carries a small crate with stacks of paper, and wears a patchwork quilt as a cape. The other wears leather mittens and a linen toga tied with twine.
The one with the toga removes the mittens and says "Hey! You have a fire! Mind if we join you? oh wow, is that food? Real food?? We found these mushrooms but Brother Dude ate most of them and now he's seeing colors. So when do you usually get up? We like flowing with the energy, you know? Brother Dude said the invisible one says something is important at the next plateau. Or was it the ice meadow? Rhomba wrote it down on the map, but we lost it in the river when we ran from the big bird.
You don't have any extra boots for Brother Dude by chance? No? Cool, cool, cool, yeah, boots are just toe prisons anyway."