But it was a long way from the nearest train station, and a longer way still from the nearest garrison. It was caught in the midst of regular raids by ice wraiths. Long, skeletal, two limbed creatures seemingly made from ice and who breathed hoarfrost. Local legend had it they were the ghosts of lost explorers desperately seeking out the long lost heat of life to warm them again. While he doubted that, he did not doubt they attacked ponies whenever they could.