[ Outside the cottage - and it is a cottage now, and not a castle or an abbey, it’s rather underwhelming. A few chicken coops, empty. A post where horses might have been tied once. A few minutes walk through what winter’s left of the wildflowers to the next house down the road. A mile marker indicating that following that road will bring one into a city called Leeds sooner or later. ]
Ah, castle picked a hell of a place to drop itself.
[ Through the doors of the house, if entered normally, is a workshop of sorts. It doesn’t look like it’s seen use in decades, given the amount of dust, but it’s somehow gone unlooted this whole time. Bottles line shelves along the walls. Bones cover a table. Some are human-sized. ]
Doesn’t look like the owner’s been home in a long time.
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Ah, castle picked a hell of a place to drop itself.
[ Through the doors of the house, if entered normally, is a workshop of sorts. It doesn’t look like it’s seen use in decades, given the amount of dust, but it’s somehow gone unlooted this whole time. Bottles line shelves along the walls. Bones cover a table. Some are human-sized. ]
Doesn’t look like the owner’s been home in a long time.