"These are your friends, i take it?" asked Zira, as she, Dirk, and Zwarr came upon the two sleeping women, curled up in their bedroll. "Well, it would be rude to wake them," she said, quietly, as she lead the two men up the stairs.
On the walk to the tower, Dirk and Zwarr had managed to get Zira to talk a bit about herself. She was a practicing mage, and had come out here for the solitude. Being half dragon, she had few people she could relate to, and even fewer that she could call friends, so she found living on her own to be easier than living around people; even if it did get a little lonely. Fortunately, she was not such an isolationist that she would turn away weary travelers, and had agreed to put them up for the night. Upon reaching the second floor, she lifted her hands, and conjured a nearly transparent bed.