Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest

Cold Harbor.

It lies near the Northern Land, a nonfreezing port with natural advantages.

Populous and dense, facing the North Ice Ocean.

The cold current from Igo Land sweeps in, making the city’s winter unbearable, with extremely low temperatures, so cold it discourages conversation.

Especially the whistling cold wind, residents of the port believe that thieves in Cold Harbor dare not commit crimes easily, as the cold wind would chop off the fingers of the thief.

But that’s just a rumor.

Those fellows are thriving in this port city.

Even the harsh winter can’t dampen human pursuit of wealth and trade, countless ships moor here in winter. Docks stand in rows, a continuous stream of goods transported here, sustaining tens of thousands of professionals of all classes.

Here, the air is thick with a strange salty stench mixed with fishiness, the sea, and dung; the streets of the port are narrow and winding, the houses on either side low and dilapidated; the magnificent domed cathedral is a sight to behold, with five towering towers like the North Ice Watchers; and there are an astounding number of taverns and inns, some in the bustling market, some hidden in the narrow alleyways.

Teeming with a diverse crowd, the distinguished Noble Knights, skilled craftsmen, North Ice people who have traveled far, businessmen mired in their daily grind, the lower-class laborers, and even the rats in the sewers.