The candles flicker strangely inside Gasthaus zum Roten Bären. A traveler cloaked in dark green enters the inn, scanning the room with piercing eyes. Then, the traveler approaches a table in the corner where a middle-aged man is sitting alone, reading newspapers. The man has a red fedora hat and dark brown eyes. The traveler removes the hood, revealing a pale face with long red hair.
"Are you the Rothütle?" she asks.
The man looks up casually. "That's what they call me, yes. Who wants to know?"
She sits. "I have a job for you. There is a man who goes by the name of Jack. Some call him Jack the Miner. He has crossed the ocean and arrived under... unusual circumstances. I hear you speak his language."
Rothütle nods. "Yes, I do. What about him?"
The traveler leans in and whispers: "We have a high-profile prisoner, and Jack's appearance here is no coincidence. I just want to make sure he doesn't try anything funny."
Rothütle asks: "Where are you holding the prisoner?"
"In the old castle," she says carefully. "Deep in the forest. The place is... secured. Let's call it a dungeon."
Rothütle studies her for a moment. "And you are...?"
"I'm the warden," she replies. "You can call me Gord".
"I see," Rothütle says. "Well, it sounds like Jack can't do much with so many layers of security."
"Yes," Gord says, calmly, "the layers slow him down, but they don't stop him."
Tip of the day. Implement defense in depth by layering multiple security measures.