Dirk and Valira made their way up the stairs that ringed the tower's insides. From ground level to the top, there were four floors. The ground floor was empty save for a few piles of leaves and sticks. The next two floors up were clearly guard rooms, though any furnishings they might have housed had long since rotted away, or been looted. The top floor was where things got interesting. This was a living space, and had clearly been lived in recently. A writing desk with parchment and ink sat next to a small bookcase packed with tombs, A wardrobe and couch were placed near a vanity with a large central mirror, and finally a large fourposter bed dominated the one wall, with a large oak chest at the foot of it. Dust, and rot were nonexistent, clearly this was someone's home.
Zwarr circled the base of the tower, lazily; it wasn't terribly large. The structure was old, that was obvious, but the trails leading away from it were not. Three trails to be precise, lead away from the tower and into the nearby woods, and if he strained his ears, he thought he could hear a waterfall off in the direction that one of them headed.
While Sholgra set about securing the horses, she doubted that the place was haunted. Not only would the animals be in a fit if it was, but she would have gotten some form of spiritual feeling if it was the case. All in all, this leg of the journey had been rather peaceful compared to the hassle at the entrance to the forest. Aside from that one spell she had used to strengthen her staff, she hadn't even needed to call on her deity's power today.
