The morning was damp and grey, clouds covered the sky and fog was around, that was of the influence of the reality of this world. All the creatures who come up at night are long gone in their caves and cottages, now you’re remaining, on your horse as you’re a royalty of the Wuther Castle, a princess. Together with your vassals and a knight you safely pass through, now just returning home to a long white bearded old father, his beard reaching the ground.