The full moon seems to sparkle in the glass eyes of the statues, most notably the wolf that leered down, almost directly at you. You find yourself transfixed somewhat, and don't even notice the girl who walked up next to you, at least not until she spoke.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" she asks, startling you out of your mild stupor.
"Uh yeah, yeah," you reply, focusing your attention on her. She's a little taller than five feet, with long black hair that hangs to the middle of her back. She's a petitely built thing, with a pretty smile to boot.
"There's magick in that castle, and in those statues," she says, a slightly conspiratorial tone in her voice.
"Really?" you ask, "No fooling?"