You find yourself walking through a forest, mist swirls along the ground weaving amongst the trees. As you walk deeper it gets thicker, but somehow you manage to stay on the path. You catch glimpses of trees through the mist as it weaves and swirls, as if it is alive. It seems to stroke over your cheek lightly as if it was a touch of a fairy hand. The path you are on becomes harder as if it is going over stone. You carry on walking and feel the mist becoming thinner. The trees also seem to be thinning out, suddenly you come to the edge of the forest and the mist stops just as sharply. You look up to see a dark castle looming over you. The path continues up a rocky slope towards the castle. It gives you an eerie feeling, as if something waits for you there. You stand and look up at the castle then turn and look back at the thick wall of mist. You decide to continue up the path, hoping to find some shelter for the night.
You reach the castle door and turn the handle, the door opens easily and quietly, which surprises you considering its age and size. You walk into the hall and find a few torches burning in sconces on the wall. You breathe in deeply and smell the scent of spices and musk, the scent seems fresh, you smyle slightly at it as it seems welcoming. You look around the hall and notice several doors leading off from it.
A slight movement in the shadows of a corner catches your eye and you turn towards it
