The town of Ishaber is found in the far north of Orvathil, and is not nearly as snowy as the Orvathil dominion. This town's smithy, known as the Ferox, has an oil of another blacksmith with the words "For, the graphite at our crippled arm" etched into an anvil. It was the scarred, grinning fella leaning down, with a bird on his shoulder. As we watched, his body evaporated before our eyes in the boisterous rain. After his clothing fell to the sand, I found this note crumpled up in his pocket. I'm sure the explanation will not appear for me, and I hope it never has to. Not only is Ishaber home to the Blacksmith Ferox, it also serves as the famous residence to the Empress of Obsession. Just to the south of the town is a thriving town of Faltarn, and rumors abound that the river (disturbingly similar to the one that Fritz stabbed me in) runs where the houses used to stand. To the east is a cemetery where the soldier's coffins are laid. For the most part this is sort of a grey place, however in it's deepest character, it holds as pure plump purple. The town is also surrounded by a strong wall, and there is a nearby mountain of ash. Usually, Faltarn is a peaceful town, but after spending several hours exploring, I headed back home.