"The gatehouse would seem most defensible as we make our plans." Once everyone agrees, the lanky northerner moves in and reinspects it for any traps or critters they may have missed. When its been cleared to his satisfaction, he moves to set up a quick barricade of the entrance before stripping of his chain shirt, scratching himself vigorously. Finding his water, he washes his face, hand, and then his body of the grime that covers him. Laying back, he relaxes a bit. "Shadow Realm." he says as he shakes his head to himself before smiling.