Torren pushed the door open and walked out, letting his eyes rest on the setting of his first nightmare.
Looking around, it seemed to be a classic motte-and-bailey castle. A design he vaguely recalls from his previous life's history classes.
As he remembers, the idea of the design was to build a large artificial hill with a defendable fortress on top. The logistics and most of the the population lived in the lower walled 'bailey'. Motte-and-Bailey style castles were mainly used by a larger empire for local authority and defense against raids.
This particular Motte-and-Bailey he found himself in seemed to be a bit more fortified than traditional, with stone walls instead of wooden and what seemed to be a drawbridge with a moat surrounding.
Torren looked around his vicinity, seeing that the place he woke up in was just a small hut occupying a far corner near the Motte. He saw several other buildings in the courtyard, with large buildings he suspected to be a blacksmith, supply sheds, and several barracks Torren noticed soldiers coming to and from.
Speaking of soldiers, there were quite a few of them to Torren's surprise. He saw many people, armed and not, walking through the courtyard all with purpose.
'So a defensive fort part of a greater empire, what are they trying to protect from though, a rival empire or nightmare creatures? maybe both' He idlely thought to himself as he walked around the Bailey
Walking around he noticed nobody seemed to pay him mind, either they recognized him or were too busy to care. Both ways worked for him as he went to the second largest building in the courtyard.
The smell of charcoal hit him as he moved closer to the building he figured was a blacksmith, mostly due to ringing of iron against iron, there was also the smoke and steam that was coming off of it.
After some hesitancy Torren stepped through the open door.
The place was way more spacious than his enchanters hut but somehow felt just as cluttered. Hooks hanging from the ceiling carried an assortment of tools: Tongs, hammers, chisels and more. Half finished blades were stacked against the walls.
Torren stood there for a second, taking in the scenery of smiths shuffling around, working with purpose and repetition. A large man eventually looked up from his work and noticed him.
"Oi, finished blades are in the bin" The blacksmith pointed to a wooden bin with 6 or so broadswords inside. The way he said it seemed to imply he recognized who Torren replaced and expected him to do something with the swords.
"Uh got it thanks" Torren awkwardly bundled the broadswords in his hands struggling to carry it and waddled out of the smith.
'Ok a little more information gained but now I'm just standing in the middle of the base with a pile of swords, I guess I should just take them back to my hut thing?'
And with that thought he did, shuffling into his hut with 6 swords aquired that he assumed he was supposed to enchant somehow. How? Beats him but standing awkwardly around the base didn't help as much as he hoped so it was time to dive into this mysterious enchanters hut and see what secrets it held