The Ruined Bastion

The ruin stood atop a hill, nestled close to tall cliffs of sharp grey stone, too steep and tall to climb easily to come at it from there. The encircling wall was in disrepair, in several places it had cracked and crumbled, but the heaps of broken stone were still tall enough to make moving over them treacherous. And the Men guarding the place would not be blind to such an attempt.