You come up to and knock on the imposing-looking gates.
They open by themselves, as if sensing your presence.
Behind them is an empty courtyard: dead silent and seemingly devoid of life.
The classes have started a good ten minutes ago.
Seeing these public areas in such contrastingly still and empty state always fills you with an unexplainable sense of loneliness and unease, but also longing and comfort.

What to do?
Option A: You're running late for your Dweomery class. If you run there right now, Prof. Yendorle may yet excuse your tardiness.
Option B: Skip the class, and wander deeper into the castle's winding halls, savouring the feelings of unease.
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