The Wardenhold

The Meltwardens' accreted camp at the lee of the Karth Deep's throat — windbreak walls, fire-pits, and ice-cellars, the one place on the Rampart an outlander can warm up before being turned back.

Not built so much as accumulated: each new Meltwarden who came to ward the Deep's throat dragged another stone, cut another wind-wall, scooped another ice-cellar. Frost-Mother Vael speaks for it. The Cantor Who Wouldn't Seal shelters here. Trade runs to frost lichen and salvaged Imperium bronze; welcome ends at the ice-throat's edge.