Part 17 - Crossroad
The outside of the palace bears some resemblance to the tavern. Basically it looks like a barn, with a thatched roof. A row of openings, just below the eaves on each side serve as windows, allowing ventilation and, perhaps a little illumination. Though, at ten feet above ground level, they are perhaps a little too high to allow anybody to look through them.
The wooden walls have numerous chinks and openings, most of which have been packed with mud, grass, or turf.
The strongest part of the palace is definitely the large double door - an old structure, which appears to have been taken, frame and all, from a much better-constructed building. The doors themselves are of old oak, ornately carved and decorated, and worn almost to the colour of old silver by decades (if not centuries) of exposure to the elements of nature.
A half dozen guards stand watch outside the entrance, eyeing the party with a certain degree of suspicion...
Among the trees at the eastern fringe of the clearing, Bilfro watches as a patrol of a dozen or so men come along the road from the east. They are dressed in uniforms similar to those worn by the attackers of the night before - mail hauberks, pot helms, and dragon-emblazoned surcoats for all. One, the leader, is mounted. The twelve men with him are on foot and armed with spears.
They come closer, and the leader calls a momentary halt as he spots Bilfro on the cart. Then he spurs his horse forward, riding slowly towards the stranger...
"You there!" he calls, as he comes within range, "Why do you sit by the side of the road, outside our fair city?"