Belchfast castle is just another grey castle and nothing spectacular to look at. Not that it isn't large but there isn't anything appealing or memorable about the structure that sits on a cliff overlooking the large farm lands and villages. In some ways it almost feels cut off from the world as if the world moves around it. Never changing and stagnant.
Duke Belchfast is a middle aged man with a large build and thinning brown hair. His ancestors can be traced back further than most and they have always been wealthy owning this land for what seems like eternity. Despite his age he is hardened by labour and his muscles ripple underneath his weather beaten skin.
" My King, it's beyond a pleasure for you to visit us" he gushes and bows which looks strange for such a large man. His eyes rov
