Ice-kin lands

Halasht's envoy wandered amongt Isngurd, one of the Ice-kin cities that had risen in the past three millenia. What was this? Statues, dedicated to some wyrm? Bah! The envoy, invisible to all, shook his head, remembering the day the lizards were to be feared and hunted, the slayers gaining great prestige. The envoy walked, coming upon a shrine dedicated to one of the great beasts. Men served in the temple, gathering coin and food as offerings for protection. Pathetic. The envoy spat, still unseen, and wandered Isngurd still.