The building itself is ordinary in appearance and is somewhat foreboding.  It is surrounding by a dense fog and high grass.  Sometimes, one can hear whispers in the wind.
Reception area, Graveyard
a royal
peasant
I am a poor farm worker. I don't know how to read or write. I am dependable.
With this offering, I pray that my crops will not wither, and that my family will live a long and happy life. Hello there how are you my dear...I need no introduction but I will introduce myself...I am the Royal Princess of this Castle. My word!  The Princess?  Here!  Oh my goodness gracious me, I don't know what to say your worshipfulness! Yes...How are you doing today? Why praying at this alter my Lady!  My need is so great that only prayers can help! I come her with coins for the needy. My charity is boundless. Ohhhh milady!  Do you speak true?  My crops of failing, my children are dying, and my wife is sleeping with the pig-herd! What crops do you plant and do you bring your share to the castle when the crops are good?   Yes milady - rutabagas, we give our share to the King, another share to the priest, and if any is left over that is what we use to get by in the winter until planting season.  You are a citizen and yet your family is suffering. I will have my personal healer come to you this very day to look after your children.  I can not help you with your wife. That will be your personal problem to solve.  I can have my personal gardener that a look at your fields. Oh thank you ever so much milady!   I promise next year to deliver to you the finest rutabagas you have ever seen in thanks for your generosity! I want you to stay and continue your prayers while I make arrangements.  Oh..here are some coins to help you through this time.  When you leave beware of the fog...it is quite thick this day.