The Dwarf's exclamation was not without reason. A giant rift divided the broad snow plain before them into two, with the fortress of the Frost Giant gods' brothers towering on a cliff that jutted out at the edge of the rift. From a distance, the cliff seemed like a dagger thrust into the ground, and the fortress was the gemstone at the end of the dagger's hilt. Attackers would have to start from the 'dagger's' tip and make their way upwards, traversing a steep slope over a mile long to reach the fortress gates, all the while being vulnerable to long-range fire from the defenders.