Culphon sat on a parapet of the castle, enjoying his apple and chuckling to himself, watching the city from this height was always amusing, it was just high enough that he could see what was going on, but not so much that the people looked like ants. As he peered over the city, he noticed this and that, the butcher and the baker's wife, the candlestick-maker's penchant for drink, and Angelique coming back from her walk. Culphon took another bite of his apple and Jumped down from where he was sitting and walked nonchalantly back toward the nearest tavern, he was suddenly feeling the need for a drink.