Watching the Slaanesh guy chopping wood for three days, Durin finally understood why even in such freezing weather, Shanhai Pass remained the most reassuring pass for everyone—it's nothing else but this icy hellhole that truly isn't suitable for any living creatures.
Every day, Chaos Cultists frozen stiff are used as firewood, making the entire fortress filled with the stench of burnt protein.
Don't even mention ordinary mortals, even Durin finds that switching to plant-based nutritional paste wouldn't be bad—smelling roasted meat every day, your stomach tells you it wants meat, but your brain tells you it's better to stick to the plant-based paste.
As for the Slaanesh guy, lacking the raw power of the redskins at Zhen Nan Pass and the brains of the Otherkind outside Yumen Pass, boils down to mediocre at everything, chopping wood for three days without getting much siege weaponry built.
Durin wondered if dragging on like this would be problematic.
