You stand in a stretch of hallway, near the entrance to the Army of Angmar's mountain hideout. As you walk along, bones crunch underfoot, a reminder of the bitter battles fought in the last days of Angmar, before the Army retreated to the lands of Mordor.

You can head towards the exit from this dismal setting, or look around further inside.

A shattered wooden door once blocked entrance to the Army's pub to the east, but you can now enter the pub if you make your way through the slivers of wood and melted iron bands that once formed the mighty door to this place.

To the north lies the heart of this stronghold, a place responsible for countless fear and misery amongst the good citizens of the West.

Alternatively, if you know where you wish to head within the halls, you may consult your site map to take you straight there.