Sawtooth Spire siedlung

Eager to do Mahler's bidding, Stag peered into the white clearing below. There were no herds he could see, nor wolves roving -- but there was, at the edge of the valley, a littering of evergreens before they too were claimed by the rearing heads of the spire.

He looked to Mahler, confused. Was he to describe all of this? Or was it a test of his eyesight? He scrunched his gaze, trying hard to peer down in the snow-studed valley, hoping something obvious would jump up to him.. "I see.. snow..?" He glanced to Mahler, and read from the General's expression that was clearly not the answer. "Umm.. There's a valley, and it's surrounded by trees. There's.. mountains." His gaze traced the teeth of the spire, noticing they encircled around the flatlands like a half-lidded jaw. "Is.. is it a fortress?"