Once again, the winter snows have cleared the passes and they are open for those with the fortitude of the highest reaches. Once again, my armies march into those darkened places, good folk fear to tread. But fear not gentle wanderer, for my Keep is always open, a chair by the fire to chase away the chilled mountain air. A bounty, placed upon thine table. So, as I lead those brave men into the darkest of night, come, be my guest and enjoy my lofty Reach. Kingboat