Moving swiftly and quietly, the group skirted the clearing, eventually following the river leading upstream. Whatever lurked in the clearing didn't seem to have noticed them, with their efforts. An hour or so later, they arrive at what appears to be the headwaters of the river now running through this region - a large lake that did not exist there in the earlier reconnaissance of the land, and, atop a mesa at the center of the lake, an impressive-looking manor house, with a large, arched bridge leading from the lake over and up to the mesa. A gatehouse flanked by towers guards the entrance beyond this bridge, while in the courtyard beyond, tall dark trees rise and rustle in the constant soft breeze. Hundreds of windows stare out of the manor itself, and stone angels hang from every gable. The outline of the manor is as beautiful as it is dangerous, with knife-like crenellations, spear-topped towers, and eaves and shingles made of blades. Some parts of the manor seem eerily new and others ancient beyond reckoning.