"When we crossed the creek, we decided to tie the horses near the bridge, afraid to warn of our presence with the trample of horses. We made our way down the bricked path, from the old bridge to the mansion, with the torches in hand.
"The cold fog emanated from the ground, and we discovered the place looked prosperous and well kept. If by day, it seemed lively and welcoming, we had no way of knowing for, under the nightly shadows, it seemed the most inhospitable and haunted place. We wouldn't be behaving like thieves in the night, walking cautiously around the impressive manor, but to find our fellow and alert the Flemish entourage. There was no sign of fire or lit torches around the house. In our defense, we suspected that a vile plan could endanger the lives of the bride's entourage. Also, our friend was missing after coming to this location.
