The moat where we keep watery fowl afloat feeding them cracked corn scattered from our parapets. Repaired the dry rot in the gate, got the drawbridge working, again…it rusts. There is dust, makes us sneeze. Stumble over stones, look at masons askance. Threaten grain withholding (hint: barley) unless they make ‘em flush. How fun to keep the keep shiny.
Always interested in concept of time travel and having to tackle situations with modern skill set. Never turns out well.