The last few days it had rained without any kind of reprieve. The downpour had only stopped a few hours ago. The journey from Oldtown to Horn Hill that they could have made for three or four days on horseback took more than a sennight instead. He felt foolish, standing here, soaked to the bone, at the closed gates of Horn Hill, together with Alleras. Now, after experiencing so much he could appreciate the fortifications of his family's keep. They were not nearly as formidable as the walls of Oldtown, but they were solid in their own right. Horn Hill stood proud atop the eponymous hill. The wall was forty feet tall, fifteen feet thick, made of dark limestone and surrounded by a rather wide moat.