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The door were open wide so Kashya did not need to touch them.

The couryard was spacious, and she could see the whole of it except for a portion of the other side, which was blocked by the tower at the courtyard's center.

The first thing she would notice were the cages--each contained a person, about twenty in all. The cages were lined along the wall, and their prisoners didn't not seem to be in particularly good repair. There faces were dirty, their skin covered in scabs, and their clothing in grimy tatters. Kashya would notice that most of the prisoners appeared to be wearing what had been expensive clothing that had gone to disrepair--satins, silks, or quality leathers that had been thoroughly punished by exposure to the elements and human waste.

A single Khajiit guard looked over the prisoners, patrolling along the cells, a truncheon in his hands. He would strike it against a cage occassionally to disturb the occupant.

Directly in front of Kashya, in the main area of the courtyard, there were some carts. They were empty at the moment, but the barrels and crates stacked nearby implied they were used to haul supplies. Donkeys were tied up at hitching posts near the base of the tower, and currently being fed by a Khajiit. It was here too that she could see the same Khajiit who had attacked her and the others. They were chatting, pulling there masks down, and seemed tired from what must've been a mad dash back to the castle.

"Better tell the Big Man." She could hear one of the Khajiit saying, sitting down on a nearby barrel. "He won't be happen, but it is better than him finding out on his own."

"This one will not be who tells him." Said a second. "He has no desire to be fed to the animal."

"Khajiit do not need to tell him yet." Spoke a third--this beastmer was squating atop a crate, tending to his sword. "They will run into the second trap, we will catch them there."

There was a series of loud barks, and Kashya couldn't hear anymore of the conversation. The barking came from a large cage on the far side of the compound, in which there appeared to be some kind of dog, although unlike any dog she had ever seen. It was huge, more of a bear than a dog, and completely black in coloration.

A Khajiit was harrassing the animal from outside the cell, dangling a pork steak through the bars, and then quickly retracting it when the dog snapped for it.

"Dumb animal." The Khajiit tsked. "This one does not understand the Big Man's fascination with you."

The dog growled, rising up on it's haunches and, almost too fast to follow, threw itself against the bars. The sheer force of its entire body weight being thrown was enough to cause the cage to violently lurch, and the Khajiit yelping, jumping backwards, dropping the steak in the process.

The dog dropped down onto all fours, and a massive pink tongue appeared out of the darkness of it's head, and slurped up the steak in a single gulp.

"Bad!  Bad Killer!" The Khajiit shouted, composing himself, and began to whack the flat side of his threshing sword against the cage's bars. The dog barred it's teeth back at him and backed away.

At the center of the courtyard was the tower they had seen from behind the walls. It was tall, five stories or so, and as wide as a modest home. It was capable of housing a number of people, for certain. Kashya could count thirtish Khajiit throughout the compound, although most appeared to be doing very little.

There was the dozen or so that had ambushed her, about five guards actively patrolling, and then fifteen more seated at tables to her right, chatting or eating meals.

The tower, had one entrance, and narrow door at it's base.

Kashya could see the sentry at the top of the tower, which meant he could see her, but he wasn't persently looking in her direction, but rather watching the jungle.