Silent Snowy Cemetery

The graveyard perimeter fence barely contained them. Countless snapping skeletons stretching their impotent arms between the iron bars, ravenously clutching at the air, their hollow eye sockets trained on the party. The paladin twitched with excitement.

The party trudges on through muddy snow, clothes wrapped tightly. The sound of gurgling water cuts through the crisp air. A brook. They stop at the snow covered bridge and rest their weary feet, watching clumps of ice float lazily downstream. Something stirs underneath.