The large iron doors slam shut behind you, trapping you within the castle of the great pig witch queen, deep within the desolate swamp lands. The walls are adorned with intricate tapestries and grandiose paintings, each one dedicated to the formidable Queen Xaydis. The images foretell a vivid story of a queen rising to rule a world of swine; her figure grand and imposing, darkly beautiful, a smug smirk upon her snout.

Smells of truffles and fresh fruit waft from the kitchens, mixed in with an overpowering stench from the greater courtyard where you hear oinking and the squelching of mud.