As the Princess questioned where she would be staying the night she'd likely fall on her face along with the rest of the party as a loud [i]BOOM[/i] echoed through the hallways of the castle, the sound of rain slamming into the thick stone structure like a thousand arrows sent flying a second.  The stormfront had hit.  Even the experienced guards who were in the area seemed nervous and ready to go further into the castle, but they collected the weapons before falling back behind the central gate.

The princess' horse would likely be unsettled by it along with the few other steeds in there, but a stablehand came by and wordlessly placed ... earmuffs over their ears.  Aside from looking a little silly however, the mares and stallions seemed to become somewhat more calm.

A girl who couldn't be older than thirteen approached the group from the central group, clearly wearing servants garb as she beckoned them to follow her deeper into the castle - it would be difficult to make out voices admist the storm, but if the group approached they would hear the storm quiet when the second gate was shut from a terrifying screech of an angry god and instead dwindle to an ominous overcast that touched the entire castle like a ghost who's words were hard to make out.

As her eyes looked upwards towards the taller adults, a brand across her forehead would become visible to many of them as her hair shifted.  Her voice was quiet, but she seemed reasonably calm.  [b]"Welcome to Hasingwrath Keep ..."[/b]  Her eyes drifted over many of the people before her.  [b]"Are any of you touched by the Windmothers?"[/b]  It seemed that this was an important question to ask, as in the hallway ahead of them they would see some of the guards grip their weapons a little more tightly than necessary for just holding them upright.