You continue north for several more days, the temperature dropping steadily. The landscape changes from rolling hills to snow-covered tundra. On the seventh day of travel, you crest a ridge and see Bryn Shander in the distance. Its a walled town perched on a hill, smoke rising from hundreds of chimneys. The town looks intact but there are extra guards on the walls and you can see large wooden barricades being constructed outside the gates. They are preparing for something.