Someone has entered the castle. Whether they have a case, some other business, or have just unfortunately wandered in is left to philosophers. They have wandered through an almost empty castle, the wind whistling through cracks in the stonework and open windows. Suits of armor, tattered banners, and stacks of books and papers are everywhere, as are what appears to be a million chittering rats with bright beady eyes. Eventually they come to a great door, beneath which they see flickering candlelight. Opening it, they step into a study of some kind, inhabited by a huge desk, yet more papers--yellowed and white alike, and shelves full of books, and a few portraits in relatively good order.
There’s rats in here as well, and they crawl over chairs, a few sofas, and over a unique clock. The stranger steps forward to take in the dancing skeleton and the clear chimes as it sounds the hour.