Owing to the nature of Limbo, the building wasn't restricted to the limitations architecture faces on most planes. Such as gravity. The citadel floats in midair, two miles off the ground, spire extending in all directions, out from a massive, central structure. Around them, chaotic winds rage and howl, loud enough to be deafening, and cutting off normal modes of speech, the pounding, buffeting winds strong enough to lift a small person without difficulty. All around it, wild creatures flutter, though they keep their distance from the citadel itself, refusing to ever land on it.<br/><br/>"Surprisingly, more impressive than I'd originally imagined. Now, how do you suppose we get in?" she asks, studying it, with no obvious entrance visible.