Eren did not know Lord Teffin personally; he only knew of him. He was said to be a prideful man, one who kept his own counsel and one who held grudges. He was not a man to cross. Dorial, whom Eren had found to be remarkably well versed in the personalities and allegiances of the various provinces, had to know these things also. Yet he seemed remarkably calm and self-assured, as if he knew that Teffin would pose no threat to him. Eren could not decide if he was simply being brash, or he did indeed know something that Eren did not.
They could clearly see that the gates ahead were shut. Eren knew this was unusual. The lord of this keep was responsible for keeping the Yaresh Pass open for trade between Valley Crag and the Swept Plains. It was not a good sign that Lord Teffin had ordered the gates closed in the middle of the day. It was possible to get Valley Crag without going through the Gates of Yaresh, but the trip would be both arduous and dangerous.
If he hadn't been so preoccupied with their circumstances, Eren knew he would have enjoyed the sights around him. The pass was a deep groove cut into solid rock. For the last mile before the Gates of Yasher, the cliff walls rose at steep angles almost five hundred feet above the road they traveled on. The roadway, broad enough for ten horsemen to ride abreast, was flanked on each side by ditches the same width. In most circumstances the road would be considered generously wide, but the looming cliff walls on each side seemed to constrict the path.
On each wall leading up to the gates, there were elaborate glyphs that extended up for at least the height of three very tall men. The bas-relief carvings ran for thousands of feet behind the company and before them to the gates barely one hundred feet ahead. The carvings consisted of a teeming rush of animal life, done in an archaic, primitive and almost childlike style, yet full of vibrancy and life. Flocks of birds wheeled under billowing clouds and over herds of leaping two horns. Salmon swam up rushing streams past bears and howling wolves. The very number and variety of creatures was staggering, so much so that Eren had to keep looking away. To stare too long was dizzying. A part of Eren's mind noted all of this while the rest paid attention to the gates ahead of him.
The gates themselves were impressive works by their own rights, standing nearly as tall as the glyphs on the cliff walls and as wide as the road that led to them. The gates were a matched set, constructed of massive slabs of stone oak bound by thick bands of black iron and hung on hinges that Eren could not see. Issus had described them in his Histories of Weyland as being "stoutly made of Dunian Bronze and as large as a man's thigh," but unlike the walls leading up to the the Gates of Yasher, they had no ornamentation. This alone made them more forbidding to Eren.
When they had ridden almost to the gates, Eren felt, more than heard, a deep and resounding reverberation. Moments later the heavy gates began to swing smoothly in, revealing the Lord of Yasher resplendently dressed astride his Aybeer and flanked by five armed horsemen on each side. Dorial brought his own mount to a halt, and the rest of the company did the same.