“Feldard my friend.” Maruc said. “You knew not the layout of Caldwell’s Castle before you entered so do not let a little mystery dull your adventurous spirit. I am refreshed and ready to face this wizard. Halav is my guide and He would not have placed us here were we not meant to aid these people. Do not doubt the wisdom of Halav Reincarnate for He has not lead us astray so far, indeed we have profited greatly. I say, with His help we shall prevail, but as we know Halav passes His gifts and blessing to those who are worthy. We must be valiant and true as I know you all are. Feldard has demostrated to these kind villagers how to keep vigil over their propety last night they will ot forget, but we cannot expect these folk who seek simple lives to challenge Dentiata in his Tower. That, my freinds, lies on our shoulders.”
“Very rousing Maruc. You ought to be a Priest.” Miklos grinned wickedly.
The dwarf joined in on Miklos’ humour, laughing out with a huge guffaw. “Very rousing, indeed!”
“Seriously though, I am pretty much ready.” Miklos finished off his breakfast, shouldered his backpack and picked up his staff. “Anya could you spare Skelly? We will take good care of him and release him from our care well before we get into any danger. Oh, and some meat to placate the wolves please?”
Feldard too stood and shouldered his pack and prepared to head off. He shook his head slightly at Miklos’ insistence of using the boy but said nothing. Instead, once everyone was ready he set off through the wood, being wary of his steps the first while not wishing to set off the Elf’s traps from last night.
Anya Tappe was reluctant to let the boy out. But, she understood that the boy had an unusual gift with the animals, and the situation was truly dire. She agreed to let him accompany them, but insisted that he be brought back to the village once the wolves were dealt with. Bram agreed to come with and escort the boy back once the adventurers entered the tower. Casta, the waitress, brought out some suitable hunks of meat for the wolves.
Delighted to be moving again, even in the wrong direction, Saeth buckled on her blade, awaiting readiness from the rest of the party. Her eye roving the table, she asked, “Nicolai decided to stay behind, it seems?”
“No Saeth, just practicing. Being prepared can take many forms.” said Nicolai as he rejoined the group as they began to depart. After breakfast, he had been sharpening his climbing skills on the outside of the inn.
The group journeyed back onto Westron Road and headed west. Eventually, they turned onto a twisting side path and went into the forest. Morning turned to afternoon and the trees opened up to reveal Thaddigren Dentiata’s tower located atop a small hill in the midst of the forest. The tower appeared to be about 60 feet square and made of blocks of stone.
There is only one apparent entrance ot the tower, a 10′ x 10′ set of iron-bound oak doors intricately carved with scenes of wizardry and war. The doors are set in the middle of the south wall. To the northwest of the tower, on the gentle back slope of the hill, is a livestock barn and a chicken house. To the west of the tower is a covered well.