GiltThrower, a lovely fort in at the crossroads of all the kingdoms, built to a grandiose scale. But the scrupulously scrubbed walls and massive, gorgeous halls can't quite paper over the depressed suicides, the massive graveyard or the constant frowns on the baron's face. Like it's namesake, GiltThrowers makes a lovely first impression that can't quite stand up to repeated inspection. What could have happened to threaten such a prosperous fort?