Icewell sprawls out from the bay, seeming to expend each year further beyond its walls and into the patchwork countryside. Some say the constant growth is the result of the city’s placement on a major trade route, others to the industriousness of its citizens. Still others, in dark taverns by the docks and around shanties in the furthest quarters from the walls whisper something else, something far more foul... before changing the conversation and turning back to their ale.