Roughly an hour and a bit later, Maidstone came into view. It was a smaller village, bordered by a vast apline forest to the north that eventually gave way to a large mountain range that streached on for miles in either direction, from Maidstone one could see the peaks of the mountains, always capped with snow. To the south lay New Oxford, the city they flew over when they arrived. The surrounding land was mainly farmland, dotted with trees with streams running too and fro. The village itself was lined with cobblestone streets and corner shops. The tallest building was the cathedral, its archaic spires and bell tower looming over the village. However their primary destination lay just west of Maidstone, nestled beween the alpine forest to the north and surrounding farmlands.
It was a massive building that stood in stark contrast to the qwaint and humble village that they flew over. It was quite apparent that this was the house of the resident lord or viscount. It screamed class, but also kept with the village theme of Bretonian gothic architecture. It was an ancient design taken from old Earth, but with a distinct modern Bretonian flare, the gardens and hedges surrounded the landing pad as John put the old templar down, a slight shudder indicating contact before he powered down the engines.
''Welcome to Maidstone house Carol'' John chirped to her, unbuckling his harness and heading into the cargo hold to fetch her stuff. ''Feel free to look around, the staff have been informed of your arrival...just...be aware, they might not be all that....political...if you catch my meaning''