Zell opened his eyes to find himself standing in front of a massive stone castle. A large iron gate blocking his entry. The stones of the castle were worn and old vines covered the cracked walls. Everything was illuminated by torches which were hung from the castle walls and along the outer wall. Large dragon statues of different types lined the top of the wall.
Zell looked at it all and scratched his head. "What in the hell was in that drink?" He said, knowing this was all in his head. He approached the old iron gate and touched it with his hand. He wanted to see if it would open. As his fingers made contact with the gate the old iron began to crumble and turn to dust until the entire gate had gathered in a pile on the ground beneath Zell's feet.
