The woman took them directly to the doors of the castle.
“Please wait here for my master to fetch you.” She told them, breaking her silence at last. She had a beautiful smile on her face. Braelyn hadn’t noticed before, but she was quite lovely. She had long black hair that fell like a curtain down her back falling just above her waist. Her eyes were a light brown and shaped a little differently, similar to how the man in Braelyn’s vision had been. She was wearing a full-length gray cloak that blocked most of what she was wearing, the color gave her a pale sickly complexion, but otherwise she was quite striking. Braelyn watched as the woman turned and walked toward the door, not pausing to grab the handle, if she didn’t stop, she would walk right into it. But as Braelyn watched, the woman reached the door and began to shine slightly around the edges, glowing with an ethereal light before passing completely through the door without a pause.