The Hooded Stranger

Sometime after sunset, Jeronix walked to the large fortress. Its large red-and-gold turrets suggested a look of importance, along with the beautiful stone work. It was as smooth as glass, and almost impossible to climb. He reasoned that in a time of war, a building such as this could only be the emperor's castle, or the military barracks. Either way, he chose to walk up to the large oak doors and swing the large, brass, knocker. The hollow thuds caused form it echoed shortly around his head. Jern stood at the door and waited.