Eric stood, looking at the manor from his new viewpoint inside the walls of the keep as Skie made her entrance. The various structures were, just like the paving that made up the courtyard, a bit downtrodden with age, showing signs of weather wear and invasive plant life in cracks. With better sight of the inside he could also determine what most of the buildings were, including stables, storage shacks for implements and what seemed like a kind of barracks.

‘Dungeons now as well?!’ Eric thought as he heard Skie. Before he could comment on it though, she began making her way towards the manor, prompting him to follow grumpily. The few feet between them was one of the factors that saved Eric. He quickly jumped backwards at the sound of arrows being loosed. Thanks to the cracked and broken terrain, even though he was out of the way of the deadly projectiles, Eric was not totally unscathed. He had landed on his backside, “That will be sore in the morning,” he voiced.

He looked towards the mansion, seeing that Skie had made it to the buildings wall unhurt. The arrow bolts had stopped by then and lay scattered and pegged into the ground. Eric couldn’t make out where they had come from, however it was clear it was from somewhere further up the wall that Skie was now hugging.

A few droplets were making their way down to the ground as the half-elf stood and patted dust from his clothes. “Everyone Alive?”