The Black Haired Girl with Leather Pants

“Merde!”

First the elders send on this stupid English speaking tourist trip aimed at Americans to brush up on the language. Now you are stuck in the god forsaken middle of nowhere.

You pull out your cell phone, hoping. You haven’t seen a bar in almost an hour. Nothing has changed. You step outside. You are are underdressed and cold. You begin walking.

The castle is about a twenty minute hike. Your hands and ears are freezing by the time you get there. The bus driver yanks on the door. It swings open with a loud creak.

It is dark and cold. Fortunately, it is a good deal warmer than outside.

You walk into a large common area a pair of ornately carved stone staircases head the upstairs. On the opposite side of the room is a large fireplace. Broken pieces of wooden furniture lay about. The place gives you an uneasy feeling. You finger the chain which holds the ancient silver cross that hangs upon your neck.

The bus driver gathers a bunch up and pulls out a lighter. The old dry wood catches fire quickly and you warm yourself in front of the fire. You can stay here, or go exploring one of many possible ways.