A contribution by Holly35

(adapted from my Reddit supergen of the same name here: https://www.reddit.com/user/HFCupid)

Many varied Mackenzies have gone to bed, so too Himself. You take a torch from one of the sconces lining the Great Hall and, stepping carefully, descend the winding staircases to the lower reaches of Castle Leoch. Dank and damp, due to the chill autumn wind blowing the mist over the loch and through the chinks of the rocky walls, you slip past the stables where Mr McTavish lies asleep in the hay. And by the kitchens where the hearth embers still burn and pop, and finally see a tiny barred window where you glimpse the moon shining her silvery beams on the miles of heath, furze, and wet bracken strewn about. A closed door blocks further passage, but is unlocked; what lies beyond it? There is only one way to find out. You put your hand on the latch and, lifting it effortlessly, push the door in and stare down a long dark tunnel just asking to be explored...

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