Escella spoke with her usual authority (she was, after all, the only one acting in any official capacity, if one didn't include the permissions of the elf lord Darfin). The group packed their things and left the Jagged Scythe camp behind them, returning to the forest for cover. They circled westward and worked their way clockwise around the hill upon which stood the ruined keep.
The sun was lowering at their backs in the west and the forest cast long shadows that made for excellent cover. The group were able to get within four hundred feet of the castle. The keep had been built by the solid construction of dwarves, but in the human style. It had been ruined for some five-hundred years. The original wooden structures which would have stood on the stone foundations were long since gone, but various squatters over recent years had built ramshackle replacements - a crooked outbuilding here, a watchtower there. The forty-foot high stone tower bore a relatively recent roof.
The ten-foot-thick outer wall had a breach on the south-east side, only just visible from their observation point. It was just past the old archway that went over the access road and connected the main wall to an outbuilding (most probably a guard station, stables, and menagerie in times past). Looking up the hill at the keep did not make it possible to see over the walls, but a watchtower flew a banner that looked like a crescent moon mixed with a fanged maw.