The castle and grounds were without most of the eerie ambience that had clung to them in the weeks prior, no longer did it snow only in this specific place and the garden had returned to a controlled and well arranged manner. Still, the black iron gates in the outer walls swung slowly open of their own accord as the guest approached.

The path to the castle was clear enough, winding to pass flower beds both of vibrant colours as well as ghostly flora off a soft light, fountains and stone monuments resembling cut runes.

Crow herself sat under a veranda on the front of the caste, in the shade but still under a wide brimmed hat and sunglasses. Reclined in her chair, she tilted her head as the guest drew closer.

“Faris. Thank you for coming.” The hunter stood up and placed a hand over her own chest bowing forward slightly.