The castle's heavy oak door is tightly shut in the cold wind, with the silhouette of sentinels on the tower moving like black cutouts in the bleak late winter sunlight, their breath instantly blown away by the wind. A thick, gray-white layer of ice, as wide as a palm, coats the stone walls of the castle, a testament to the relentless cold wind and moisture of the plateau.
The dominance of White Castle is not merely reflected in this sturdy fortress, but it extends to the expansive and harsh land of the plateau. Within the range of the castle's sight and further into the plateau meadows, the most resilient shepherds of Hesse Territory and their livelihood — the sheep flocks — are scattered.
