"I mean you no offence to your honour holy knight, it is simply the sorrowful truth we have had problems with drow assassins in disguise. But you are right, their disguise does not last long. Sooner or later their vile nature invariably reveals them, so they tend to use deception only long enough to get near their target with a blade," Denak explain quickly, "But let us not talk about such a grim subject. We should be celebrating, for we have a new member who will be a valued member of our community,"<br/><br/>He leads you towards the only solidly built structure aside from the walls, pointing out a tavern and a large tent of a stiff white fabric that serves as the medical facility of the fort. Many people stop to greet their Field Marshal, addressing you as "ma'am". The home of Commander Castley is a rectangular building of white painted stone, guarded by eight men at arms in front of the entrance. They seem competent, but you doubt they are handpicked from the best, having seen the healer's bodyguard, and Denak himself.<br/><br/>Stepping over a patch of lush grass and through the thick wooden door leads you into a claustrophobically narrow corridor, forcing you to scrap your armour on either side to get past. Soon however you round a corner and find a lighter door that takes you to the only room in the building: a large study dominated by a desk overflowing with large pieces of un-stacked parchment. Chastley is a small man with shoulder length brown hair that hangs loose down the back of his neck in greasy clumps. Aside from this one flaw however he is a charming sight, with a slight smile and bright blue eyes in his round, soft face. The Field Marshal stand briefly to attention next to the only over chair in the room.<strong>"Good day Denak. And fair lady must be the survivor of a shipwreck. Have your needs been seen to?"</strong>