There’s no other choice.

All the inns and taverns were full, and a storm was about to roll in.

That’s what you tell yourself at least, as you make your way to the old castle you were warned against going to. You walk up to the towering doors of the dark castle and took one of the knockers in hand, knocking three times.

Under the shelter of the awning, you watched the storm begin. The doors unlock, opening to reveal a tall, red eyed man. He appears calm, but definitely not impressed.