She wrapped his arms around his, waist without wasting another second Ralthone urged the horse forward. The horse's hooves clatter against the cobblestone streets, echoing through the otherwise quiet night. Ana tightens her grip around Ralthone's waist, her heart pounding in her chest as they race through the deserted alleyways. As they near Lord Forsyth's castle, Ralthone slows the horse to a brisk walk.
Ana strains her neck around Ralthone she is surprisingly shocked at the size of the fortress, "How are we to search that entire estate?" She sighed glancing around the forest the sun would be up in a few hours.
The castle looms above them, a dark and imposing figure against the night sky. Its walls are made of solid stone, towering high above the surrounding trees. The only entrance is a large, heavy oak door, guarded by two burly men. Ralthone frowns, studying the castle for a moment before dismounting the horse.
