Sebastian the Brown Spotted Pit Zmija layed in the abandoned Archery Field. The turned over hay-targets, and boundry fence lushed in nature, were perfect to ignore entering the Castle. For now Sebastian just layed vaguely in sight of the weapon shack, in the tufts of grass.
Sebastian was now in the Castle. Slithering, not vipering, sidelongingly down a passage on a red carpet, enjoying things on the walls, casually forward.