Aguma nodded, turned on his heel and stepped towards the manor. The wide pathway beyond the gates was lined with tall statues of knights on horses, archers, what appeared to be mages, gargoyle like creatures, and behind those, massive trees with white bark and brillian purple leaves, red streaks in the trunk. They seemed to reach for them more and more the further Aguma and his armed escort walked.
"Don't mind the trees. It's the air, it alters your perception. Those trees emit an odd toxin that dillutes the senses." Aguma told them, leaving out the answer to what might be obvious question - why not just cut the trees down? They wouldn't wanna know that.
As they proceeded further, a stable and an armory came to view with a black smith hard at work. He seemed entranced by his work even as the flames of the smelter roared behind him. They were unusually high, and burning hot even from this distance. But the smith looked cool, bundled in fur with leather. Not that it was cold outside.
"Efuro, our smith. His work is outstanding, he can smith finally honed blades in no time. Can repair any armor." He stopped and looked at the smith, who was at that moment placing down his hammer, speaking to himself, and taking a long drink from a flask. "Don't worry.... He's not entirely mad."
They came to the great doors of the manors tower, their base. Each door guarded on either side by a hulking minotaur with double edged axes. Both were head to toe in thick, emerald green steel with diamond forged horns. They stared at the newcomers with indifference and bowed in respect to Aguma.
"Ignore the minotaurs. They are hired hands." Aguma scowled at one, it paid him no heed. "Truthfully, they're far worse than me. More importantly, beyond this you will find a great many other mercenaries gathered, as well as Lord Magnus Darkeye himself. Speak only when spoken to, or speak very cautiously and quiet. HIs mood is as dark as that ominous thing in the sky."