You curse yourself for being a coward. You step boldy into the center,
and a horrible groaning begins. Fumbling for the crystal, you hold it
up, wishing for it to take you away but.... there is no light to
activate it. The groaning is louder, louder...
SLAM! The gates crash shut and a cackling laugh resounds. Holding the
dagger nervously in front of you, you...
You cautiously step inside the courtyard. No torches adorn the granite
walls, and no banners flutter in the deathly cold breeze. Pulling the
cloak tightly around you, you carefully step out of the gateway into
the shadows of the yard.