The frozen lands north of the Wrackleaf Hills are a harsh place to call home. Snow storms, freezing cold and icy winds produce a difficult environment – but also hardy and resourceful people. Snorri Silverspine, an adventurer keen to retire, happened to make camp in the ruins of an old fort. Making a fire in the lee of a crumbling wall, he wished there was a tavern he could sit and warm up in. And then he decided – he’d come back and build a tavern. A few years later, and travellers in the bleak wilderness were grateful to come across a tavern and a warm welcome, with Snorri at the helm. Time passed, and a few more houses appeared beside the tavern and the road, and visitors started calling the settlement ‘Ysenthorp’. As for Snorri, he was happy to call himself a tavernkeep – he’ll be happy to call himself ‘Mayor of Ysenthorp’ soon too..