The most common approach is along the Traitor’s Promenade, a surprisingly persistent Feyroad which begins five miles east of Torenkh. Each of its reddish-grey paving stones portrays a face wearing a different expression, from rage to sadness to glee and every imaginable variation between, in no particular order. Some of the stones have been defiled with tongues sticking out or genitalia intruding from outside the frame; others have been violently scratched out. Travellers are accompanied during the last mile or so of their journey by one of the Treants who keep watch over the Promenade.
As the traveller nears Torenkh, the surrounding trees grow older and taller, and their bark becomes scaly. Gleams of greenish grey metal wind around and through their trunks. A closer inspection reveals that the metal is sylfvyrin, humming slightly and reminiscent of elongated humanoid forms straining for life.
The Promenade ascends and through gaps in the trees something can be seen in the sky: a colossal sphere flashing and spinning high above, crackling with self-contained lightning. The shadows around the approaching traveller leap and shudder in its light. Below the Storm Moon, a wall of sylfvyrin rears, its upper reaches dipping and soaring in a manner similar to the shape water makes when it splashes. A large wooden gate is set into its base where the Feyroad meets it, usually guarded by the Skolnssons of the Kyumokhen. Looking up, the inconstant light illuminates a highly organized lattice of spider webbing layered between the trees. The closer one approaches, the more the light streaming through the silk begins to assume a sort of structure, until a complex, dazzling tower begins to resolve from the light, rising beyond the wall. The Skiegard Peaks provide a sheer backdrop to the spectacle.