For all the tension that was in the air and the doubtless stir his own presence created, Handy found himself quite surprised at his reception in Castle Ironcrest. The ominous, tough exterior was a testament to its purely militant purpose in foundation, the statuesque ornamentation that adorned its exterior, with grim gargoyles and buttressed steeples added over the years, like trophies to its ongoing war against time and entropy. Yet once he had passed by the guards at the front gates, having been led through the gardens to the main doors, he found the interior the complete opposite.