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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GreenKarl" data-source="post: 7054099" data-attributes="member: 6801242">There is a thick layer of frost on the ground and ice pellets from the previous nights rain. The air is very cold and again the company clutches their cloaks tight against the chill but at least it is not raining. The cloud are dark and low in the morning but slowly rise and break up a bit by mid-afternoon. As you crest yet another hill the grey Dwimmermount itself can be seen in the distances! This tall grey rock stands out from the darker, tree-covered granite of the Wintercap Mountains beyond it. No trees cling to its' side and little snow can be seen (at least at this distance). It appears to be grey sentinel protecting the mountains beyond, lonely but powerful and steadfast. As the day wears on a few walled farmsteads can be seen along the road and then the black stone walls of Moutberg come into view. It is growing dark as the company weirdly makes the downed drawbridge that spans a short moat of semi-frozen black water below. The gate itself is also up with a raised portcullis. But the gate is not undefended as four crossbow can be seen on the thirty foot gatehouse above and two additional spearmen in mail armor and heavy fur cloaks are standing just inside the gatehouse itself. One them, a ugly man with a pockscared face, steps forward and shouts "Hold there stranger. What business have ye in the Moutburg? State yer names and what company ye be?"</blockquote>