Well before she reached the castle itself, she'd have spotted movement in the garden beside it, among the giant rosebushes and fig-like trees. One could've sworn there was a tall shape lurking among them -- a person, perhaps? -- but they paused when she looked at them. Their camouflage must have been quite good; she'd have to get closer, to figure out where they were, if they didn't move again.

Meanwhile, there were voices from within the castle, somewhere. They carried; the front doors were wide open. It was hard to tell just how many, or whose they could be -- but at least one might've been a bit higher, a lady's laugh, perhaps...?