Robin has little faith in his ability to read a map, but he is, for once, pretty sure he's at the right place. Or at least he should be, the castle is in the right place, he could see the town of Oakhurst in the distance, he assumes it's Oakhurst at least, and the bridge more than anything definitely matches how old this castle supposedly is... It's not bad, the castle is still gorgeous, just, not what he expected... and clearly much more recently built. His mood dampened a bit at his expectations of a historical monument, an abandoned castle, he had hoped if the place was stable enough he could sleep inside for once... Chances are they'll be sleeping outside again.
After standing infront of the large castle doors for a considerable amount of time, stalling, he doesn't really want to talk to people, it's why he came here first, but it was apparently unavoidable and now even more so considering he is now DRENCHED from the waist down in water and mud due to not trusting the less than sturdy looking bridge.. he still doesn't, he has no regrets... Maybe a few regrets.. like wading through water and climbing hills in the middle of autumn, when the sun is soon to set.
Before he can stand there another ten minutes doing nothing but shiver and look pitiful, his body decided to knock on the door and hope somebody is in there and didn't mind traveling artists that needed a place to dry, or draw, or snoop around a bit.
anyone can interact, castle vampires and townsfolk yanking me away, idk :)