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Points of Interest

Icepeak Tavern

Icepeak Tavern is one of the places within the Freehold that never seems to feel the bite of winter. Always is there warmth flowing from their doors as their hearth burns with heat. The kitchen almost over flowing with food now to make up for the lack there of for so long spiced wines and ciders are brought out hot for travelers looking to do business within and always a hearty meal on the menu. It seems that no expense was paid in bringing the kitchen up to date to feed them... perhaps influenced by the Boss who watches over the place. Hunters bringing in fresh meat daily and vendors bringing goods to be traded for pelts and minerals drawn up from the mountain traded out in the drill yard keep the hold well stocked.

The Good Stuff

• Winter Wind

This is a cloudy white drink that some of those around the freehold accuse the mechanics of cleaning the Ironborn with. It packs a hell of a kick making the mouth and throat tingle like they gulped down snow, minus the brain freeze.

• Hearthfire

The drink is a deep amber color and smells of spices and cinnamon with a hint of apple. The potent kick of the liquor enough to discourage bolting it down but even a sip seems to heat a person through the chest.

• Snow Angel

This slushie like drink is one of a light blue color and almost sickly sweet. The warning on them if you kick off the brain freeze... good luck for the next ten minutes.

• House Brew

The cook makes this stuff special for the heavy drinkers. Enough liqour in there to knock a Satyr or Troll for a loop it's not recommended any but an experienced drink try to choke one down.

Frost Fire Spring

Healing Spring The spring is one that spreads out broadly along the rear of the keep. Accessed through the living quarters it is open to all and any who's soaked in it's water would claim that the water itself must be charged with glamour for it's revitalizing effect. The waters themselves keep the entire area warm the snow never able to take hold and even when the blizzards whirl about the peak never do the waters chill or the steams fade.

A pair of changing rooms are on the patio that leads down into the water with spare clothes for those that visit and even a showering facility to try and keep the waters more pure for those that arrive covered in the muck of travel or soot of the forge. Towels are kept in a working cycle so they are always warm and fluffed never in short supply and in peak hours the attendants can even be seen sticking their heads out to offer drinks. (Though some have speculated it is trying to catch glimpses of Satyrs in the water.)