I dunno n'I dun care, yer tresspassin'! I'm Ulrich Paternosta, colonel of th'Forces Vank'rth an' yer tresspassin!
The courtyard at the back of the castle seems mostly unused. There is no hay in the stable, no lock on the armoury door and no guards to man the walls and towers... What there is, however, is a large, spiked iron portcullis and a working gatehouse to control it... A winding road leads off on the other side and one can't be sure if it's to keep one thing out, or another thing in...