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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BoldItalic" data-source="post: 6791733" data-attributes="member: 6777052">The next day, Fingers set out to explore the castle from top to bottom. Some parts of it were curiously unfinished, as if they were still waiting for the new owner to decide on the details. There were stairways that led nowhere and upstairs windows into spaces that could not be reached from any corridors. There were doors that were just two-dimensional and didn't really open and many of the chests and closets that he did try to open turned out to be just dummies. The nearest analogy that he could think of, was that the whole castle was like stage set in a theatre. He did find a genuine armoury, though, in the basement of one of the towers and he equipped himself with a fine shortbow and several quivers of arrows. He set up an archery target in the courtyard and practised hitting the bull from various distances, from ground level and high up in the battlements. Tharivol saw and was impressed. "Remind me not to fight against a regiment of halfling archers," he remarked wryly.Clotbert found an antechamber just behind the main hall with a stone table on a raised dais opposite the door and a stack of rolled-up tapestries nearby, waiting to be hung. With the agreement of Rylnethaz he made the chamber into a shrine dedicated to Myrristra. He did not have much in the way of statuettes or icons to put up, but he placed a few things that he always carried with him on the stone table, so that it became an altar, and he spent some time reciting payers of blessing. BoldItalic gave him a pair of silver lamps that he conjured out of somewhere, to place on the altar as well. When Rylnethaz came along, he found the whole effect very calming and felt that he would like to come often and meditate in this place.There was a stable-block in the courtyard and some fine horses waiting   to be saddled. "I should employ a groom," mused Rylnethaz, "and other   servants besides."BoldItalic looked thoughtful. "There are no other people here in this land, but ourselves," he remarked."True, we have seen none so far," replied Rylnethaz, "But we should ride   abroad. I have a feeling that there should be a town not an hour's  ride  north and a little east of here. Shall we mount up and venture  forth?""By all means, but I would caution you to bring Clotbert and Fingers   with us. If there is to be a town, their aid may be invaluable in   dealing with its citizens."The four set out, with Sir Rylnethaz riding on a fine, sturdy charger   that answered to the name 'Mrrh' and the others found suitable mounts as   well. The way was easy going and they picked up a trail after skirting  a  wood, that led them to a highway. A sign pointed north to a place   called 'Overbridge', which they guessed would be a town, and gave the   distance as "twa myles". A short time later, cresting a rise, they   beheld a small town lying on the banks of a river, with a fine stone   bridge on which a row of colourful market stalls had been set up.                         </blockquote>

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