Enter the decrepit castle
You cross the moat, and slam the knocker against the ebony colored,
solid wooden door. The sound ricochets through the castle, and as far
as you can tell (which isn't much), the castle is endless.
You wait for seemingly an eternity, before the door open slightly to
reveal an awkwardly bent, frail old woman with a black cat upon her
shoulders.
"Yee-ees?" She asks.
"Um, hi, I' m.."
Dave and Barbara head home, reluctantly. You make your way towards the
castle, with it's four towers, each leading off into tall, thick,
black spires, a rickety looking bridge, which was set about 50 feet
above the murky depths of the water surrounding the castle, windows
that looked broken and dirty, and an overall forlorn look about it.
