Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden is a module of serious contrasts. Sometimes it’s horrifying and eldritch, with inhuman shapes stalking you through a veil of blizzarding snow. Sometimes it’s thunderous and austere, with towering techno-cities and dark fortresses that Skeletor would’ve been comfortable in. And then you go back to the local bar where a magician’s recreation of the Big Mouth Billy Bass singing toy fish that everybody had in the 1990s bellows tunes at you, and three kobolds in a trench coat try to order some mead, presumably under the well-worn pseudonym “Hugh Mann”.
