The Ice Breaker arrives at The Mountain.
Gather ye thoughts and lay your plans well.
Come the dawn do not tarry, at the toll of the bell.
Castles hold secrets. How many? Who knows?
Be a feared not of shadows, or ghastly red glows.....
Many have tried. Many have died. And their bones turn to dust even now.
Small comfort, perhaps, but a welcome respite on your journey through the forests.
