The entry to the keep. The gate, if one wanted to call it that, hangs haphazardly from one hinge and is covered in rust.

Grateful that her cloak was of dark color and blended into the darkness of the twilight, Sileas made her way to the gate. Her hood covered her bright red hair. So far she and Yehudit had been successful enough at stealth to not attract the attention of any of the knights who were unloading wagons or tending horses. She finally reached the gate and paused in the shadows, waiting for her cousin to catch up.

While Sileas was stealthy and graceful, Yehudit hobbled and her walking stick made a loud 'clock' sound with every step. She was panting slightly when she finally caught up with Sileas.

"This is working!" Yehudit whispered excitedly.

"So far, but we're not through the gate and away from the keep yet," Sileas whispered back. "We should have thought of something to cushion the end of your walking stick. I never noticed before how noisy it is."

"We got past Mama, what more do we need to worry about?" Yehudit asked.

"Any of the knights on patrol with the intentions of keeping civilians from danger. After all, we have no idea what's between here and the village or even what we'll find in the village," Sileas pointed out. She adjusted the strap of her quiver, her bow held beneath the folds of the cloak.

While dunking his head, Wulfsen had gotten his shirt soaked. So he pulled it off and hung it to dry as he walked around the outer walls of the keep, making sure they were secure. Except for the gate hanging off one hinge all looked well from the outside. He was nearing the gate when he heard female voices.

"Hello?" Wulfsen called as he entered the gate.
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Yehudit's jaw dropped and she stared.

Sileas blinked mutely for a moment or two. She froze in place, undecided whether to answer or to not answer and risk a physical altercation. Sileas's cheeks heated up and she was grateful for the dark and her hood, for she was sure her face was as red as her hair. A few curse words went through her mind, there was no way out now. "Hello," she said softly.

"Sileas?" Wulfsen blushed a little himself, he was out of uniform! He self-consciously crossed his arms over his chest. "What are you doing here?"

Whack! Questa hit Wulfsen in the back of the head with her weighted sock.

"Should we tie 'im up in 'ere or outside the gate?" Questa asked, already working off the unconscious man's belt to use as a rope.