The Mark of the Moonstone

The inner sanctuary of Fort Fenris was a cavernous bastion of dark, polished basalt, soaring groined arches, and roaring hearths fueled by ancient pitch-pine logs. Heavy wolfskin pelts and crimson banners bearing the silver howling wolf of House Skoll hung between towering stone pillars, their rich fabric glowing in the flickering amber light of iron braziers. Gunnar led Astrid up a winding spiral staircase carved directly through the living volcanic…