Frosthearth
Snow-capped cottages huddle against cascades of slate and pine, their patched roofs bristling with frost. Smoke drifts from stone chimneys, and villagers move quickly, eyes cast up the slopes in fear of dragonspawn and hunger. Weak lanterns glow against eternal twilight, while the cracked old bell in the center square waits to sound another warning.
Frosthearth
Where the mountain’s shadow meets the dragon’s breath.
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