The War for the North[9]
Frosthelm Castle's massive meeting room known as the Glacial Hall, with its ceiling adorned with crystallized icicles and walls built from blue granite stones centuries old, was hosting an unusual crowd this evening.
The area around the long table shaped like a U in the center of the room was filled with the last influential names of the Frosthelm Duchy.
These were local lords, retired generals, and representatives of trade guilds trembling with fear who had somehow managed to survive the destruction brought by the Obsidian Dawn and still commanded a handful of soldiers or strategically important land.
There was a common expression on all their faces: Deep anxiety and an irrepressible unrest.
They had been hastily summoned by Cryomara for a "vitally important" meeting without any explanation.
While the snow beat against the windows outside, the air inside was just as cold and tense.
