Once known as a forest of solitude, the entrance to the pine trees is now a bleak and dreary graveyard.  Dead grass and moss fill the ground along with crawling critters that mark fear in the mind among the he who venture here.  Tombstones so old many of the names are no longer eligible.  Dense fog surrounds the area, thick tree tops blotting out the sunlight, and an eerie silence fills the air.  Cold it feels, the air, but the ground is soft and warm.  Sound can not enter, no escape this dwelling.
Pine tree graveyard, Forest
fishermen
critter
I'm a little critter creature who loves to roam the castle. I should be out in the forest with my other critter kin, but I just love the warmth of the kitchen. Castle creeping is a dangerous life for an unwanted animal like me. But I can't help it! I can't resist a good hearth.
I saw some over there. You thirsty Oh no, I am looking for a fishing spot. Around here? You must be very lost.  I might just be....this is a bit of a gloomy place I have heard that it is haunted.  I can imagine with so many ancient looking graveyards. A friend says there is a headless spirit that wonders here? Headless you say? Out in this remote location? Yes. What? Do they usually hang in populated places? Well I just wondered how someone would get decapitated around these parts. Stranger things have happened. I suppose that is true, there are all manner of oddities in the world.