Klaus glared at Simon and said “are you waiting for a special invitation inmate?!” Simon froze, Klaus stared at him with almost red eyes “GET OUT!” Simon stumbled to stand but ended up falling out of the back of the van, since he had been sitting so long, the blood had rushed out of his head to his lower extremities to try to function his legs.

Klaus bent over with his massive hands and grabbed Simon by the head, pulling his body in the erect upright position. Simon in his British whit replied “Thank youuu…” but you could hear the strain in his voice.

Klaus, laughed at the site of this feeble man.

As Simon turned, the fog seemed to lift showing the long fall from an apparent moat but as he starred deep through the mist, it was not a moat at all, but rather a cavernous fall so far it was hard to see the bottom. As Simon tried to stare upwards a light mist falling made him squint and hard for him to see the top of the prison that was more shaped like a castle than a prison and behind that he could see the long stretching mountains filled with snow covered pines. As breath taking as it was, no time to sight see, he was being shoved forward by the guards towards the draw bridge that had been lowered for them.

The drawbridge was old wrought iron with dark heavy timber flanks, weathered but almost hardened like steel. There where so many iron strips in it, it was more metal than wood, it looked centuries old. The iron links that lowered the draw bridge where massive, the chains lead themselves up into the mouths of Griffins whose wings stretched across the massive door. The guards looked up to nod at the guards who worked the capstan's that raised the bridge. It took 8 guards in total to raise the bridge, 4 per capstan on either side of the massive door that was the bridge to the outside world.