The Greenbelt isn’t so green anymore. Frost during the night is commonplace and flurries of snow drift down from the Lake of Mists and Veils in Brevoy heralding the coming snows. The Tuskwater steams in the dawn as its depths churn readying for winter. Baron Yorick struggles to maintain control of Meereover as its claims stretch farther north so in order to get a grip on his rulership the baron forgoes building this month. The first heavy snows pile on the Greenbelt’s lands late Neth as the new settlers’ gossip over hot cider and crackling fires about their new lord and whether Meereover will become another here-today-gone-tomorrow fiefdom common in the River Kingdoms. It’s not unsettling to the people here, not yet at least. They simply shrug and drink remembering that in the River Kingdoms one can only rely on oneself.