The gate hinges emit a mournful metallic moan in their failed attempt to resist being opened. The visitor is draped in a bible-black cloak and strides across the cobble stone covered courtyard. Each step is acented by hard boot heels striking stone, emitting short sharp "clops" that bounce off the masonry to finally die in the surrounding tree and leaf strewn forest.

The gates have been left partially open suggesting that the visitor does not intend to stay for long. They hesitate at the foot of the massive carved wooden doors and their shoulders rise as if they have taken a deep breathe. The cloak billows as they finally rap their leather gloved knuckles on the door.