Kendra blinked in surprise. "I tried to warn you; this place isn't friendly." Fortunately, the human woman didn't seem to have been affected by the same problem.<br/><br/>Now inside the wall, they could see the old, ruined building more clearly. Two buildings stand on the grounds; a small brick manor house, overgrown with thick sheets of gray-green ivy, the roof sagging ominously, and the front door hanging askew, and the two-story stone building looming in the center of the prison grounds. On the latter, Ivy and moss cling tenaciously to the walls, while above the wooden shingles of the roof are often missing entirely, exposing the wooden rafters of the upper structure to the sky. Here and there, leering stone gargoyles perch on the eaves, once functioning as drainspouts and decorations but now seeming almost to serve a more ominous role of sentinels. Many of these stone decorations have crumbled away and lie in ruined piles on the soggy ground below. Windows in the building’s facade are narrow and blocked by grills of rusty iron bars. Stone columns support a slumping wooden balcony over the building’s wooden front doors, both of which hang askew and reveal dark glimpses of chambers within.