Saeth craned her neck, looking forward from where she stood watch by Miklos. “Anything up there?” she called. Lowering her voice, she spoke to the mage. “What sort of cataclysm could have caused this tower to be buried? The construction does appear a bit different than above, doesn’t it?”
“Ahh, now these must be the remains of the Darker Tower,” said Miklos. “The Temple of course, being built upon the ruins the the previous structure. Now what we have here is naturally the remains of an older structure which lead me to my conclusion. Its a shame that the carvings are ruined I could have compared them to the engravings in the Book of the Sons of Night which I have here. Hmm, six generations of the Elyan. Elves reach middle age at about 400 years, so that would be what, roughly two and a half millenia perhaps?”
As he scrutinized the the area, Hasan began to argue history with Miklos: “Nay, Miklos, would this not be the Tower of Elyas himself, which fell below the mountain? These Darkers, I do not think they ever established themselves so firmly on this ground. I hope not.”
“Ahh noble Hasan, if my memory serves me correctly, we are standing before the very doors of the Tower of Landryn Teriak. The Necromancer that Elyas cast down all those years ago.” Miklos replied.
It was an odd circumstance. The human Miklos was more aware of the dark history of the Elyan than the elves themselves. Over the years, the tower’s dark origins had largely been glossed over. The peaceful Siswa did not dwell on the tower’s founder in their teachings of the Quiet Way. Unfortunately, often is the case when those who do not remember the past are bound to repeat it.
Not wishing to foster an argument with their new Siswa companion, the mage changed the subject and called to the front party members. “Does the chamber seem to have been used recently? Tracks and what-not?”
At the mage’s words, Maruc scanned the floor, he had know idea what he was looking for and shrugged. “Tracking is beyond my knowledge, Miklos. But I see little value in remaining here overlong determining who had been here.
Hasan, the skilled tracker in the group focused back on the cavern area and did indeed find some tracks, some leading to the tunnel from which they came, but there were others that led elsewhere. Following them, it seemed they ended abruptly at a cave wall.
“Nicolai is the door unlocked?” asked the mage.
The rogue of few words nodded, and so Feldard moved to the right of the doorway, axe as usually ready in his grip. For all the use he gave his crossbow, he likely forgot that it hung at his side. Maruc moved to a position left of the portal, unhooked his flail and raised his shield awaiting Feldard’s actions.
While the dwarf stood waiting for the rogue to see to the door, his eyes scanned the ceiling of the cavern, seeking the route by which the Rahib had gained access. There he saw Hasan curiously eyeballing the cavern wall.