The castle itself looked pristine and polished. A heavy contrast to the rest of the rotted dimension. There at the front gate was a coat of arms of sorts, bearing a symbol of a tower being struck by lightning. AN odd choice for a family symbol. 

The courtyard bared the same appearance as the rest of the place. On the ground was several white flowers, clean and untouched by the filth of the swamp. The front of the castle did have windows and balconies, something someone with the finesse for it could easily access and climb.