One of the guards wore silver iron armor and a red cloak, and held a weapon in the shape of a spear. It took five minutes to wait for the guard to return. In the midst of heavy rain and a huge storm, thunder roaring, he ran through the rain into the courtyard. The entrance is only at the back, with absolutely no guards.
Locked and no way in. But that meant nothing to Eric, who could easily open the door. All he needed was a pair of clothespins and a long needle. As he searched for a way to open the door, a visual image crept into his mind.
Tiny sounds rubbing against each other in the keyhole, he found the right direction. The door opened easily without a key. The room he entered turned out to be a room connected to the basement. He closed the door slowly, without making a sound.