Eamon started when a Crier ran past him, repeating his frantic mantra, "Come, to the Castle!" 

So his fortune beckoned; he would gladly seek it. Adjusting the straps that kept his long, leather cloak in place, the traveler marched the way the runner came, onto his fortune, onto his fate!

And, rather quickly, became lost. 

So, to the young, immaculate man in a red tunic who passed him by some bit ago, he called out: "'Lo? Sir? You know where the Castle Redmont is?"