"My name is Basileios," you tell him, "and these are my people, the Tribe of the Red Bear. We have been traveling a long time, and would welcome sanctuary within your walls."
"I'm sure you would," the man says, "but equally you might be allies of the Iceborn, come to defile the last sacred space in this land. No, go back the way you came, the doors of the Citadel are closed to you."
A thought strikes you suddenly, and you reach into your cloak and produce the brooch you took from the frozen body back at the tower.
"We found this on one of your comrades," you say, holding the brooch aloft. "His body was frozen in the snow. We would like to return it to you."
The man pauses. "Wait here," he says, before vanishing behind the battlements. You wait atop your horse while the snow drifts down. Then, slowly, the great gates at the wall's center begin to open.
Enter the Courtyard