The caravan of men and handcarts approached the castle now, the still unfinished walls towering, the gatehouse before them, and the ever-present rain and thunder about the skies. Loyats halted for a moment as he looked back again along the line of men that were following him.
"Come now, we are almost there. And if you have not yet caught cold, and your nose still functions smell the things that await us by those who obviously noticed our arrival."
At that the men looked at the lit windows and a few of them could indeed smell. As the smiles lined their faces, those who could not began to smile as well. Loyats waved to the caravan to continue before him, he would not enter until the last handcart had passed, he had been back longer than they who lay in peace, and he would allow them the privilege of proceeding before him.
"Ho there! At the Gate, I Loyats Bucklin request entrance to this Castle!"