Talk:Elven Fortress/@comment-34465440-20190414125641

English reference: They recognised the rock called the Gryphon at once; it was visible a long way off. Indeed, with a little imagination, it could be interpreted as a gryphon’s head set on a long neck. However—as Dandelion observed—it more resembled the fingerboard of a lute or another stringed instrument. The Gryphon, as it turned out, was an inselberg dominating a gigantic crater. The crater—Geralt recalled the story—was called the Elven Fortress, because of its fairly regular shape, which suggested the ruins of an ancient building, with walls, towers, bastions and all the rest. There had never been any fortress there, elven or other. The shapes of the crater were a work of nature—a fascinating work, admittedly. “Down there.” Dandelion pointed, standing up in his stirrups. “Do you see? That’s our destination. Ravelin.” And the name was particularly apt, as the inselberg described the astonishingly regular shape of a large triangle, extending out from the Elven Fortress like a bastion. A building resembling a fort rose up inside the triangle. Surrounded by something like a walled, fortified camp. Geralt recalled the rumours circulating about Ravelin. And about the person who dwelt there.