The rippling surface of the river appears to be molten silver,

shimmering mysteriously in the mist. Here the fine fog swirls about

pillars rising out of the water, which support Silvermere's northern

bridge. The span is the only crossing to and from the graveyard across

the river, and dimly through the mist to the northeast its iron gates

can be seen. Silvermere's outer wall stands to the south, and to the

north, you almost make out a dark muddy hole in the ground.