Newcomers' Castle
Perched high atop the mountain, a grand castle stood, facing the strong winds and heavy rain. The walls, built with sturdy boulders, provided a formidable barrier.
Crowning the structure were roofs crafted from solid slate stones, although signs of recent damage could be seen in certain areas.
Climbing up the castle's tall towers, vines had taken hold and spread their greenery. The iron door at the main gate swung open, inviting anyone who approached to enter.
"Line up neatly, and don't push each other! I'll give you your room numbers," the guide said repeatedly, giving the same order every time the disciples pushed each other while lining up.
Another guide recordkeeping the disciples added, "After getting a room, don't make unnecessary noise. Save your energy for tomorrow's exploration of the academy environment."
At the back of the line, Gris waited quietly for the queue to move forward. He could not find his brothers and sisters.