The carriage is nice, as they go; the subtle fact of wealth in lieu of anything obnoxiously ostentatious, presumably because Martel's vanity extends in a five mile radius and he is, actually, a man of impeccable taste. That said, it's not a long trip before Ewar hops out ahead of him.

"Himself'll already be in the library," Ewar says, polite, "just follow me on."

Going into the castle (a bustling place, busy) is not really like going into most any other, if only because this (unlike most you'll find in the mountains) is immediately warm. The most obvious of Valdis's numerous enchantments is the lighting; fire burning brightly in what looks like glass torches set into each wall.