Nat had not wanted to become an adventurer. But the evil Lord Vespin killed Dambledorf, his bumbling mentor. The ancient canon demanded vengeance, and so he set off for Castle Shinbone with his motley companions. The only problem, they had no idea where they were going.

“Look inside my trunk,” boomed a voice behind Nat. Was that the tree?

The walls, seven men tall at its lowest point, thicker than two elephants nose to tail, seem to grow out of the Earth itself. The towers loom above the ramparts, from which you can survey the entire valley. The moat stretches three horse lengths across. A stone facade forever impregnable.