Phineas gives the eyes a skeptical look, but proceeds in the direction they nudge. “Like a lamb to the slaughter,” he mutters to himself. 

Mica follows, a few paces behind the halfling tracker. He's not sure how wise burning flames were inside an igloo, but given the coldness of the interior, he hugs a couple flames closer to himself and whoever wants to stay warm near him.

Fintan unsheathes her short sword, the sharp noise of metal coming from leather the only noise in the desolate wasteland. She wondered what she was more wary of, the echo or the answer of the blade. She furrows her brow at the prodding of the wolves, the stark color of matted hair snapping about her face like a whip. She was not sure the idea of splitting up would work, so perhaps going for the entrance first was the best option.

A wolfish grin spread its way across her face, adrenaline pumping through her body. She lived for this. Lived for the thrill of the hunt, for the noble thump of flesh against bone. For the tingling feeling on the back of her neck when she expected danger. For the faces of those she tracked, their begging of denial, the begging she knew were false. Always false. The look of their eyes when they looked into her darkening ones. For each time she prayed in her rituals, for each time she brought a tainted soul back was how the shame grew darker and the burden lighter.

Fintan waved her hand in front of her face, as if to banish the thought. From her pocket she took out a small jar of shimmering red dust. Dipping a finger in it she drew a crescent on her forehead, two wavy lines making their way below her eyes. The symbol that the warden monk taught her to ward off the tormenting darkness in her mind, the evil that ran from her in battles. The way to strengthen her resolve, even if she tried to drown it out with the thump of fists and swords. She didn't intend to do that anymore, and so she drew one more line right down the cupids bow. The mark of Angharrah, the eleven moon goddess, to ward off the spirits of the night. They would need them in this fight, and if the others wanted such marks she would give them. Angharrah knows her lingering suspicion of the group but that is no excuse.

L4 - ENTRANCE CORRIDOR

As you slowly enter, you see that the middle entrance corridor is choked with ice. Above you, icicles are densely clustered, their points sharp as daggers.

I'll need everyone to succeed, one way or another, to pass a DC 15 Dexterity (Stealth) check.

Rak would grin a little when the kenku seemingly sucks the life from the wolf. "I can always use a scapegoat..." he whispers to himself in the blistering cold. when the group heads inside the huge building, The gith would mutter under his breath "I Think I'm going to need your help again" as he asks bane for guidance before heading inside...

stealth! 14 plus 4

(Mobile)

Mica apprehensively enters the corridor, eyeing the sharp icicles above. He’ll attempt to catch any purchase he can on the slippery interior, but talons aren’t so good on ice.

Stealth - 21

Bane provides. For Honor. For Glory. All Hail the Lord of War. Only in death, does duty end.

Phineas tries to sneaky-sneak (while Nope covers elections): 7

You stumble, tripping lightly, causing a few icicles to fall to the ground, shattering and making a big icy mess. You're pretty sure if there's anything alive in here, it's heard it.

Mica immediately mimics the sound of a swooping rush of wind, attempting to trick anything inside into believing the blizzard outside caused the icicles to fall.

Deception, if needed - 9

Rak just shakes his head and mouths the word "REALLY!" as though he was yelling it to both the halfling and then the bird that decided to blow a loud raspberry into the air afterwards.

KIlmus follows the party down the ice-choked hallway, moving as quietly as his hulking form draped in chain will allow:

Stealth 8

As Mica's mimicry rolls down the corridor, Kilmus sighs and shifts his blade into a defensive position, ready to strike out at whatever comes their way.

L5 - THE ICY TOMB

More icy daggers come crashing to the ground, making loud noise. You slowly approach the next chamber. This oval chamber with high walls of glittering ice resembles a sepulcher. The frozen, hacked-up corpse of a frost giant lies on the floor, entombed in translucent ice, and looming next to it is a woolly mammoth. Not far from the mammoth, carved from a single block of ice, is a giant-sized throne atop a circular dais. Chiseled into the throne’s backrest is a large rune. The mammoth stares down at you with hate in its eyes. “He is dead!! You are to blame for all of this!” It then lowers its head and assumes a threatening posture.

"Someone want to explain to the mammoth that we didn't kill the giant... maybe suggest it was the giant wolves?" Rak would whisper to his companions before pushing whichever one might do the best at persuading it not to kill us forward and granting them guidance as he mutters under his breath a quick prayer to bane. 

If you are trying to convince the mammoth of anything before he kills you all, it's going to be at least a DC12 Deception OR Persuasion roll.

'Ho there friend - we've just arrived, how could we be responsible for this unfortunate event?  Tell us what has happened here?'

Kilmus steps to the front, holding his blade out and askance in his left hand, right hand out and open as he attempts to appear non-threatening. 

'We came seeking to release some prisoners taken from the town just down the road, we came openly and directly to try to negotiate their freedom.'

Persuasion: 6 Guidance 4

It doesn't take long for bodies to frost over, but it doesn't explain a talking mammoth right at the body. The wolves must have known about this. This was a trap after all. There weren't even any missing villagers.

The revelations left Mica too shaken to draw on his Persuasion abilities, so he is glad Kilmus stepped up. He uses Kilmus's sentence to subtly casts Hex on the creature while it is focused on the bouncer, giving it disadvantage on Wisdom (Insight) stuff. He then prepares his vast array of commands his patron taught him to use, ready to use them at a moment's notice.

If Mica can ready an action to activate on the mammoth charging, he'll ready Command. 

"I know nothing of prisoners. My master has been slain. By adventurers, like you all. It was here, I would be at his side, greeting friend and foe alike. If you are not his enemy, or the one who slew him, leave, and allow me to mourn in peace. Nothing is left from him but his body. They even took his weapons and personal possessions."

Phineas eyes the mammoth, making use of his stature to slip behind Kilmus while readying his bow in case things -- as they always seem to do -- go sideways. If the mammoth charges, he'll cast hunter's mark and then let an arrow fly while moving to the left. 

Mica heads forward and takes a deep bow. It's obvious the mammoth has an insane attachment to this Garagai. Time to chop up some words. "Townsfolk kidnapped us,"  he says, remembering the conversation with the wolves. "He saved us. We wanted to...grieve." Heading backwards and speaking in the mammoth's voice, he continues, reflecting much of the mammoth's words. "Allow...you...to mourn in peace," he says, looking at his allies. While Mica seems calm and cool when the mammoth sees him, as he turns around, his face turns into one of absolute terror, wanting nothing but to deck it out of the place. There were still more places to check, and the prisoners could be there, but the wolves could be an issue.

The Mammoth has disadvantage on Wisdom checks, including Insight. This was intended to make the mammoth easier to deceive, but it depends on DM intepretation^^