So this is how I found myself in Wales armed with a piece of paper, a bed sheet and a stick. I'm joking of course but making light of what I'm about to do is all I can do to stop my rage from boiling over and just burning the place down. Which would end badly for me given the anti-fire wards and nasty blood wards that protect the manor from enemies in various painful ways. I take a deep breath, set up the map pull on the cloak and get to work with a smile on my face