Sir Edwyn walked briskly through the winding maze of buildings, tapping out a lonely beat against the cobblestone with his walking stick. He emerged from an alley and looked up at the worn stone watch tower of the guardhouse before glancing around the street. Spotting his contact, he quickly strode over .
"And just why did you arrange to meet here?" Edwyn demanded, giving no regard to pleasantries. "An official building is not the most appropriate place to discuss - ah - clandestine operations, shall we say?"
"It certainly isn't. I wasn't planning on discussing anything here, but you hardly could have found the place that we're heading to on your own, this was simply a convenient place to meet up."
"I see. Will the Græskar be at this more private venue of yours?"
This build is exquisite. As I'm admiring the texture in the rock work and think that there can't possibly be anything I could enjoy more about it, I notice how well the timber-framed gatehouse integrates, and the chipped-out detail on the plaster work. Then I notice the subtle color mottling on the ground. I think you really nailed it with this one.