Janica managed to send a "Thank You" up to him before she dismounted. So her womanly charms had gotten her entry once again, although it was not sure how much exactly that would cost her later on. This was shaping up to become an interesting night.<br/><br/>After she had led the horse into the dry gatehouse she unbuckled her sword belt containing her two trusted blades and handed them to the guard stationed there. Thankfully he was kind and thoughtful enough to enough to call out to a stable boy without her prompting. That boy, however, seemed less that happy to have to work in this weather as he attended to her mount.<br/><br/>Now relieved of both her horse and her weapons ... well some of her weapons she corrected herself with a wicked grin ... She began the trek across the expansive courtyard towards the main building. Out in the rain again she became acutely aware how the wet strands of her hair clung to both sides of her head, reintensifying her longing to finally be in some place dry for a bit longer. The courtyard matched what she had seen from the outside.<br/><br/>It was large, with the stables where her horse was led to to the left and a more plain building to the right, probably the servant's housing. As was to be expected noone except a few guards under their shelters on the walls was outside in this weather, and so she crossed the vacated expanse towards the main building. As she came closer she could see that real money had been put into that one. Good stone was used for it's walls, polished to a smooth surface on all four sides, a waste of gold in a war zone but this was probably more for representation.  Subtle but delicate ornaments framed all the windows - again too large for a real defensive fortification, but in turn allowing far more light into the building on a more sunny day.<br/><br/>Whoever owned this castle had not only money, but also some taste. As she got closer the door opened, and an elder maid between fourty and fifty years old stood in the doorway. Pulling a wet strand of blond hair out of her dripping face Janica approached her smiling. "Hello, are you the maid sent for me? I'm Janica" as she extended a hand in greeting.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>