Just after dusk falls, the Old Svalich Road you have been traveling meanders into a valley watched over by dark, brooding mountains to the north and south. The woods recede, revealing a sullen mountain burg surrounded by a wooden palisade. Thick fog presses up against this wall, as though looking for a way inside, hoping to catch the town aslumber.
The dirt road ends at a set of sturdy iron gates with a pair of shadowy figures standing beside them. Planted in the ground and flanking the road outside the gates are a half-dozen pikes with wolves' heads impaled on them.
The wall is 15' tall, its vertical logs held together with thick ropes and mortar. The top of each log has been sharpened to a point.
The gates are made of iron bars. Heavy iron chains keep the gates shut.