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Most travelers approaching the city of Ladogual for the first time mistake the stench for death. They clutch their cloaks tighter, eye the grim-faced Sturgian guards on the ramparts, and whisper prayers to whatever god they keep. But the smell is not death. It is survival .

Ask any mercenary in the taverns of Zeonica about Ladogual, and they will spit. "It’s a trap," they’ll growl. "A frozen maw." bannerlord ladogual

You see a thousand chimney-fires struggling against the dark. You hear the ring of hammers on anvils, the groan of timber, and the low, mournful chanting of a volva (a witch-doctor) blessing a new-born child with blood from a freshly slaughtered goat. Most travelers approaching the city of Ladogual for