So many green skins

The Naga nodded. “And who’sss army is after you?”

Donut turned around and looked out the still open door. “Well I don’t see him yet, but if we close the door, raise the drawbridge, and hustle up the stairs to the top of one of your towers, I bet we’ll spot him.”

“Horses aren’t great with stairs, you know,” the horse said and awkwardly spun around three times. Where there had been a horse, there was now a greenish snake man with seven stripes on his tail.

The Naga gently closed the door and set three huge iron bolts closed across it. She looked up. “Trevor! Raissse the bridge.”

A distant green figure high up on a platform jutting out of the stone wall began turning some device they could not see. A metallic grinding noise dominated the entrance room and it was loud enough to make conversation impossible.

They followed the Naga through several doors, ignoring the massive rooms with giant tapestries and gargantuan dining tables covered in candelabras, and charged up a mighty set of gray granite stairs. At the top, they came to a stone door. The Naga played an odd rhythm with her fist on the plain metal knocker. A little green skinned man opened the door and gestured for them to come in.

“Greetings, mistress. Greetings, friends.” The man bowed once to each of them in turn, his gray cloak clung tightly to his oddly muscled body with each movement.

They ignored the formal greeting and the piles of bows and arrows scattered all over the room and rushed to peer out of the arrow slits in the stone walls.

“Yep,” said Donut. “There’s Stylus and his army now, gathering around the moat.”