In the valley where the city laid, even before the sun could shine it's rays over the mountains, the Tribe of Ice were already hard at work. Already receiving orders, the people plowed and tended the fields in which their nation depended on if to survive. All could hope, that this harvesting season would be bountiful enough to feed the city in which they stayed.
The tribe believed in but one God to do so, Asgar. The creator of war, who taught all people, by his divine glory, to fight and hunt with honor and valor. Creator of Agriculture, who gave the people food in which to survive and worship him. They would build a place to pray a hope, that Asgar would not lead them astray,in this day and age.