This stronghold is remarkably orderly. While the hard work of woodcutting and smithing can be heard in the distance at times, the atmosphere here is quiet enough for the rats’ squeaks to echo off the walls. Rope bridges sway and creak, and messes are cleared from the floor with shovels and brooms. Nary a peep is made by the stronghold’s denizens, though armored soldiers occasionally patrol nearby.
