St. Albans

Nice place, if you like the feeling of your fine unmentionables frozen solid to your backside. It’s a whole heap of unpleasant,
but that nasty chill keeps all but the most hearty folk away. People here tend to mine a lot, but what I really noticed is
the sense of community. You make one mad (not that I did or anything) and the whole settlement’ll come after you faster than your spit can freeze to your cheek.