The wind makes me shiver. It’s colder here, up in the northern region of the Golden Lands. I’m from the South, so I’m not used to this weather. Tarsh doesn’t seem to mind, however, and obviously the group of guards surrounding us, since they’re from Castrum Fortress. We stand just inside of Castrum Fortress, the main gate of the castle open before us, so that we are looking out into the fields beyond. Outside the castle, we watch Sharon and an assembly of bandits approach. I shift nervously, my heart pounding hard within me. I can’t believe this is happening.