When Cain reached the castle, he opened the doors and poked his head into the darkened entrance. An empty foyer stood ahead of him. “Hello,” he called, his voice echoing. He listened for even the slightest of responses. His call was answered with the sounds of faint footsteps tapping closer. A hail of arrows suddenly barraged the door. Cain retracted his head, pressing his back against the cold surface. The clanking thuds of the arrows impacting the door seemed to last for an eternity as he waited for the assault to end.
“Stop firing! My name is General Cain. I am from the city of Ariculon. I come in peace!” He yelled.
The arrows ceased and Cain poked his head inside again. A group of twenty soldiers stood atop the staircase, shrouded in shadows. “How do we know you’re not him in disguis
