Sumi shook her head. "Sorry I don't Astrid." The two were able to make it to the front of the castle with no more interference. There were two guards there outside the gate. 

"Halt, what is your purpose?"
"I want to get to the top of the castle," Sumi said straightforward. The guards looked at each other a little startled. 
"That is not permitted." The second guard responded. Sumi frowned. 
"What does it take to get to the top?" 
"No one is allowed up there." The first guard responded. Sumi glanced at Astrid. 

[hr] 
Hannah looked at Alexander frustrated. "I tend to be a brute force type, not go with the flow." She shrugged and stomped her way through the mud after Kade and Alexander. Kade realized what Alexander's idea was as they approached the bar.
"Good idea." He complimented him. The three of them entered the bar, which was exactly what one would expect in a town that pulled in the lost. No one seemed to blink an eye when they entered either. Not a single chair in the room matched. Each table had several people at them and it seemed as if not a single person matched either. There were people in just about every type of outfit imaginable. Someone caught Alexander's eye, it wasn't that they stood out among the motley group of people, but it was a face he knew. A young man who had fallen from the ship and had never been seen again. The man had been assumed dead.

[hr] 
Christopher came to the same conclusion as Katalina as they walked around the mote. There were strong defense points that he knew would be manned if the place were ever to be attacked, and it appeared, as far as he could tell, to be a perfect replica of some Disney-esque castle. He had no idea which one but knew that if someone who did know saw it they would be able to inform him. 

It was Katalina who noticed though as they passed a shed that it not only had several well intact boards but also an old ladder that when poked seemed to hold together well enough that it would bear their weight if they climbed one at a time. There was something odd about the way it felt when touched as if it was waiting to be used.