It should be noted I don’t like Lornar’s Pass. I hate it in fact. If the biting winds didn’t chill to the bone, then the sheer drops from thousand-foot passes makes travel extremely treacherous. Nestled between Grawl, Dredge and the nested Griffon’s, there aren’t a lot of safe havens to make camp if that wasn’t bad enough the lowlands are rife with wurms. Larger than what you might see in Queensdale which alone makes me long for warmer climes.
I’d tell you why I was there but I can’t recall at this time. I’m sure it will come back to me.