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You rush for the door, Ayzebel and Kanders briefly scuffling over closing it. A second later, with the gap safely closed, you hear a scraping from behind, like iron on stone, but it soon dies away, to be replaced with silence.
Coming to your senses, you start to notice the soft patter of drizzle on your skin. The sky is spotted with butts, but a cool morning light shines between the gaps, illuminating the scene below. You stand in a bowl, ringed by mountains - snow crests them and cascades down their sides for quite some distance. Where the snow ends, forest begins, though it is denser in some places than others.
You stand just on one slope of the bowl, looking towards the nearby centre. There sits a structure - it resembles a castle, but built by those who have never seen such a structure. grand, impractical structures dot the grounds, great buttresses supporting tremendous weight. Ant sized shapes drift between them, all focused around a single central spire. The walls of this ‘castle’ are probably around a mile away, from the general scale of the place.
To your left and right walls angle away - you stand in front of a corner tower, though its shadow falls somewhere on the other side of the wall. To your right, the wall continues as far as you can see, as tall as the tower though built of rougher stone. It vanishes into a patch of forest, possibly circling round the bowl to meet the left hand side. On this left side, however, the wall continues only twenty or so metres before crumbling completely, as if smashed by some giant. One could easily pass by picking over the rubble, though a forest blocks any significant vision beyond.