Well there have been better days for our hero's. As they were making a hasty run to Luskan to get help for their barbarian friend who was still under the effects of an Insanity spell. They were attacked at night. The sudden barrage of boulders left little to the imagination as to who was attacking them. Surely some type of giant had found their encampment and spotted the fire from several hundred feet away. Luckily the Frost Giants didn't do too much damage with their boulders but did manage to take out the wagon with a lucky shot. When our companions launched an offensive they found that their limited sight at night was a real problem. For the giants could easily see the fire that illuminated the campsite but our hero's saw only darkness around them. Then after carefully advancing into the dark tundra night they found the five Frost Giants causing all the problems. Unfortunately only half the party was in the front leading the advance and the cleric was eighty five feet behind and further back was the campsite and Grim the Ranger archer who was doing a good job raining down arrows on the giants once he could see them.
Then everything went REAL BAD REAL QUICK. Arken the noble paladin moved towards the giants to begin his offensive but was not able to have his companions at his side as the giants proved faster to act. He was soon surrounded and the giants made quick work of him. Panril was the next to feel the giants full offensive power and he too fell. Pharcide the monk who was right there when it happened knew he wasn't able to tackle the giants without serious help was forced to make a very fast retreat. Soon the rest of the group was in full retreat for their lives.
Haemish tho insane caught only brief images of what was going on and will have to deal with the fact that if he wasn't insane then he could have helped turn the tide and save his friends. Or that if he wasn't insane then they would not have needed to return to Luskan to get him help and thus Arken and Panril may still be alive. There are many scars that mark us in our journey, emotional ones can't be seen and the hurt they bring some times never heals.
Of all those who set out of Nesme on that fateful day you were the last to fall, Rest In Peace, Panril.