If it weren't for his experiences in the Wasteland, Ashen would have imagined this to be the most bizarre sight he'd ever beheld. One of the creatures there he couldn't even recognize, though it reminded him of court Jester's of all things. He shuddered, the dreaded Jesters... There were others akin to it, though they seemed much less jovial in nature. Guards, more than likely. And from the information he could gather based on the scene alone, it appeared that they must have been the aliens and that was their ship, and of course such a thing would be investigated by one of the Sister's themselves at it was clearly no normal threat. Who the others were, he couldn't even begin to wager a guess.

There were options to be considered. As of then, none of them had spotted him lurking around in the shadows. As he weaved through them, vanishing into one only to reappear from another, Ashen saw a few choice opportunities. But there was the issue of what exactly it was he was WANTED to do... Ambush, perhaps? If Ashen were able to find a good position where he could keep his gun set on all of them at once, he'd have the means with which to demand whatever he wanted, and that meant answers. Even if there was a chance none of them were even real. And he WAS nearing the Sister's castle, after having traveled around in a circle far enough. He looked over at the ruins. They'd be an even better place to prepare his plan.

Ashen stepped through another shadow, appearing again from one of the many deep shadows the ruins of the Castle cast. He was inside the Gate. Ashen sighed, readying his weapon. It was still held aloft by what appeared to be a shadowy tendril. There he waited for his opportunity to strike. Although, unwittingly he had trespassed on the premises... not at all thinking of the Guard Dog that might have been doing its job.