Location: Kirborg, The Keep<br/>Date / Time: March 16, early afternoon<br/>Tagging: Eztli<br/><hr/>It seemed Eztli hadn't missed much on his way in. Even on a second look the keep appeared very much the same, a sturdy center, surrounded by an outer area of dwellings and utility buildings. It was not the largest of affairs, nor the sturdiest, given the relatively low walls of the central keep and the palisades guarding the outer keep, but building a true castle took a lot of time and money. Many a castle in more civilized lands had been built up and expanded over generations, and for a foundation laid only a dozen years ago the castle of Kirborg could certainly pass muster. A strong, organized force could take it, if at a price, but in these parts such an assault was unlikely. Bandits and raiding parties of goblinoids rarely bothered with siegecraft and marauders like that would bloody their nose with little success if they tried to take these walls by force of arms alone.<br/><br/>Ulfgar led the visitor to the guardpost next to the gate and stepped on a stool, to bring his eyes level with those of the elf. "Now, I can't promise you a shortcut in time, only in distance. The fields are still pretty wed and muddy. No easy walking there. But if you'll try it..."<br/><br/>He pointed to three small hills halfway between the keep and the village. "See those hills? We call them the three pigs. Trust me, they do look a lot more like it when you view them from the south. Anyway, if you aim straight for them you'll come to another road. Take that around the base of the hills, and where the road turns south aim straight southeast across the fields again and you'll come right to the northern gate of the village. That way it's maybe two miles, instead of two-and-a-half on the main roads."