Old Man Winter casts his baleful eye upon the land. Once verdant fields have donned a tawny hue. Soon the days will shorten and the fields and firths become frosted and the barbarians of the north hungrily gather for their raids. Hear the bloodthirsty howls on the northern winds as they blow through the Shire of Crystal Crags. Attend, ye all, the shire in this hour of need. Don thy armor and draw thy blades for glory and honor await! Now is the time to find a champion who will lead us and protect the north from the bloodthirsty savages beyond. Feast with us! Fight with us!