The sky darkened, all light save for the torches of the castle snuffed out by the canopy that now stretched out above the castle. Trees. He shuttered. Enemies of mountains everywhere. What did they think they were, sending their roots digging ever greedily downward, invading the homes and tunnels of the things that lived down there. Always plotting to choke the life out of any technology they could wrap their appendages around. The mountain made its displeasure know. Any boy from the mines would know the rumble of a landslide, racing down to swipe that abominable cancer from its side along with anything unfortunate to be caught in the way. That meant the castle. In addition to that he suddenly felt all his hair fall out of his head and began to feel very worried he may have contacted some disease from the woman now throwing up in the corner. But along with it came another feeling. Tiny, needily pricks of not-quite pain racing across his body from all directions. What was that? It felt familiar. Was this the ambient magic that so suffused the ancient castle? Were the stones of the wall calling out for a savior? What did it want him to do. Ziebach closed his eyes and concentrated, feeling out the subtle differences in the sensations around him. There had to be something. Most dwarf holds had secret levers and buttons, their uses lost to time save that they were to be pulled in the event of emergency. Why would this evil castle not have the same? This was the meeting hall, if they were anywhere they would be here. [u][b]He felt around with his new senses for secret buttons and emergency switch's to activate the castles magical defenses. If he found one he would run over and use it.[/b][/u]