The grassy path you have been following leads you to a wooden bridge over a swift creek. There is a sign nailed to a nearby post with a message and a familiar crest carved into the wood. A cobblestone road meets the other end of the bridge, gently weaves upwards, and lays over a series of rolling hills until it finally ends at the gate to the castle. The castle, an enormous imposing gray stone structure, casts an endless, ominous shadow in the gentle morning sun over the western slopes. As you approach the castle, you notice the gate is open, but you see no movement along the parapets and no guards stationed at the gate. You hear no sound emanating from within the castle walls. Stillness and silence greet you as you approach the seemingly empty castle.