Staggering through North Saren's driving snow and howling wind you arrive at a temple with roaring flames atop it which seem to burn away the darkness of the night.
To the side of the stone building, laying still and slightly unnerving, a lake of blood.
Hoping for refuge till the morning, ye stumble through the deep snow towards the temple and fixed upon the wall, by the door, is a sign:

Push open the heavy iron doors

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