He was carefully walking along the rampart, keeping an eye on the bridge of skulls. At its northern end emerged a winding pathway disappearing into the Frostfangs mountains. Occasionally, Willem would walk halfway over the bridge to check the Gorge for anything trying to sneak below before moving back. A cold gust of wind blew, and Duncan felt it even through all his layers of furs and wool. This was already colder than anything he had experienced before, and it did not look like it would get warmer anytime soon.