Garris walked down the rocky beach, looking from the land and then back out to the sea, envisioning in his head where ships would come from and the best place to position his men.
Even in the height of summer, it was cold this close to the Icelands and Alchmara, the water pushing down out of the Frozen Sea keeping the Bleakwater Straits frigid year-round. Technically, The Wyvern’s Tail, the isthmus that projected off the western side of Iron Keep and into the straits, was north of Sheildhome, the capital…
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