A new day dawns at the Castle Frostbite, nestled in the upper reaches of the Frozen Wastes, in the land of Cryogenica.
The lord of the manor steps out to take the castle’s weekly refuse down to the road, for disposal by the industrious Publick Workes elves that live in the village below.
That’s the view from the front portcullis, looking towards the long and dangerous path that leads down to the road. This path has been laboriously carved out of the frozen mess so that the intrepid adventurers who inhabit this castle can get down to the road and fetch their mail and UPS packages.
And down through the Forbidden Forest…
…to the Magic Mailbox. It’s called that because no matter how much snow the lord of the manor clears in front of it, there’s a new wall of snow in front of it as if by magic the next morning. The lord suspects mischief on the part of the Publick Workes elves.
On the way back up to the Castle, the lord stops to admire Caravan Hill. Legend has it there’s a magical horse-less carriage from an ancient time buried underneath.
Here’s where the lord of the manor has to brave the Forbidden Forest once more. Note the lantern, which turns on when strangers approach, as if by magic.
If the wolves don’t get you, the Ents may detain you for a while to see if you’re some variety of orc. Actual orcs don’t dare walk this path, for good reason.
Finally, the Castle is in sight once more! Back to the warm hearth, for a mug of mulled wine and a slab of warm mutton.