"What should we do now?" Gareth asked, his short sandy hair dripping slightly from the light rain that had been falling all morning.
Nim shrugged, "All we can do is knock, I suppose." She lifted a wrinkled hand to the massive oak doors that led into Astrophel's keep and wrapped three times with force.
Agremonth Castle, they had learned it was named, loomed before the pair formidable and brooding. Nim had seen castles like it before arriving in Ovandale over a hundred years ago, and presenting to gargantuan fortress reminded her once again why she had left in the first place. Excessive in size and the workforce needed to keep it running, Agremonth was yet another monument to the neverending obsession for power men in these lands held.
A long moment passed, Nim becoming slowly more agitated, and Gareth appearing more and more nervous. "Maybe we should return to the glade?" he asked, his pale grey eyes darting around fervently.
