The tall, handsome male practically snarls at her, but she seems to disconcertingly happy.  Not happy to be rescued, although there is that, but just...  Careless.  Or rather brainless.  Still, as he slows down for her, there's no real rush and she can probably end up being useful.  There's just something disconcerting about the tiny girl.<br/><br/>The forest thins out near the castle gates, the outer wall is worn and beaten, and not that well kept.  And there seems to be definite lack of staff around.  After leading his new guest in, he removes the chain that locked the huge metal grate that normally protects the inner keep.  It slams down with a shrieking crash, and he idly wonders where they kept the oil and grease for the wheels.  His thoughts turn to where his servants went to, then anger at the abandoment, but then to his doppleganger.  He's going to have to do something about that lying wretch, whomever, whatever he is.<br/><br/>Like most castles, this one has no front doors to prevent sieging army easy access to the two story structure.  There are also no inner stairwells, instead the way up is open on the left side of the building, with only a man sized holes and doors, limiting access to one person at a time, to help in the defense. The bottom floor has no windows, but murder holes for archers, the second has great panes of glass with etchings and coloured expanses depicting battle and glories of wars.  But the sun and dust has dulled them.  He leads the girl up to the top floor, barely remembering that she's there, and finds a room farthest away from his own, master's bedroom.  Last thing he needs is to have her ask why has has silk bands near the posts built into the large four poster bed.  And something tells him she's the curious type, not known for heeding warnings.<br/><br/>The carved oaken door swings open on creaking, solid yet ornamented joints, inside although small compared to his own room, is a rather wide open chamber with at least 20ft to a side, a large window, with a white rose radiating out, a late sister's room.  Inside is a lot of dust, but the bed is large and looks comfortable, there's a dresser with a good sized mirror, a small table for reading, a carpet and tapestries on the walls for holding heat.<br/><br/>"This is yours, do with it as you like," The dirty blond man says, as his noble attire shows use and age, unlike his fake 'twin' whose clothing looked like new.  A pause, then a blunt, "What skills do you have?"