"i'm not too fond of the geysers, so we should probably climb over the walls."

"then that it is, but this old back of mine isn't as limber as it used to be!"

you sneak around the front gates, where two demonic, ghostly guards in robes hover silently, bearing scythes. you find a section of the wall full of portcullises, and begin to climb. to your surprise, Bertha makes it up incredibly fast. however, as you grab a particularly old looking brick, it crumbles in your hand. you fall to the ground and die, having accomplished nothing in your life. oh well...