The shell-keep loomed above Gorras. “The walls appear intact.”
The dwarf, Malk, agreed. “Aye, they are. We’ll have to clear the fallen trees from across the moat.”
They made their way around, finding the gatehouse walled off. “There’s no way in.”
“Not from the ground, anyway,” observed Gorras. The keep must have fallen to flying Hygo bandits, become a raiding nest. It explained its current state of disrepair; when the Hygo went extinct, it would have been abandoned.
Malk snorted, “Well then. We dig or we climb.”
The sorcerer grinned, and then rose gracefully into the air. “Speak for yourself.”