Emel dropped down from the inner curtain, rolling as he landed. He waited until the guards of the inner and outer curtain were well past and unlikely to see him then bolted across the wide expanse of the outer ward. Reaching the outer curtain, he quickly climbed it, heaved himself up over it, and dropped to the ground below. He just barely avoided tumbling into the moat, grimacing at himself for his sloppiness.
The moat was always the tricky part, but long practice had developed sound method: climbing down the steep side of the moat, he slipped into the water and swam carefully across, then used the handholds he'd worked hard to put in place to climb back out again. Goddess strike him down if some demon ever used his own method to bring ruin down upon the castle. Guilt gnawed at him, but the desirethe needto see Brekk overrode everything else. With fresh hope burning in him, fanned back to life by the Lost Paladin's sword, he could not resist going to see Brekk.