Keri
He reached the top of the hill and gazed upon the tower, a structure of epic proportions to be sure.. Ahead of him lay a number of obstacles, not just the fortifications but 2 individuals, the first he did not know but the second would appear to be Kaataa, matching perfectly the description given by the highway man.
Now all he had do was figure out the way forward, there were many paths he could take, diplomacy - unlikely, stealth - possible though not preferred, confrontation - also possible, probably, the man it was true was quite large and probably quite strong but so was Chumall, and he had enough tricks up his sleeve to at the very least survive.
He walked forward but would stop before he reached Foster, it seemed something would happen and so for the time being he would stop and wait to see what would unfold.
Virginia
`Hummmm... Ah fuck it. Chivalry's dead.` **Foster stepped out of his cover, announcing his presence to the lone man.** The mercenary approached with his hands up, showing no aggression. "Hey, hey! Name's Foster, but you can call me Fost." His eyes looked over the shoulder of the man, staring up at the tower, "That's the way to the next floor, ain't it? You see—I'm trying to leave this place, and I'd greatly appreciate it if you, well, stepped aside. Whaddya say? You don't have to fight, and I don't have to fight. Win-win situation!" He exclaimed, his gaze locking with the man's... Mask. `Mask, huh? Just my luck...` He thought in despondency, not lowering his arms.

Not a single ounce of vehemence could be felt from the man's aura... As if he was an empty shell. His exterior screamed a sense of jolliness and placidity, **But the masked man could feel a strange air whispering throughout the atmosphere.** Foster made no moves towards the man, awaiting a response—be it diplomacy, or violence.
Anne
Pacing about and around the base of the tower, Tabby would be met with a rather upfront and very pressing obstacle, in her attempt to find a creative way to access the tower indirectly. As she crossed counter-clockwise to the northeast of the tower, she'd note that the ground and village began to descend **Downhill, putting her at uneven ground with the tower, itself.** After descending some distance below the northern greattower, she would soon realize that the tower, itself, was elevated above and beyond the surrounding village, at the summit of a **Hill** — a **Cliffed hill,** Whose summit could only be accessed through the straight-shot path that was **The Ascent,** Being, itself, positioned on a hill adjacent and equal to the height of the greattower, itself. 

Put simply, it seemed that, besides either taking the straight road northwards, or scaling the one of the two rows of housing alongside the straight road and utilizing them as an elevated vantage-point to get as close to the tower as possible before returning to ground-level and bypassing the fortifications, were her only options.
Don
The towering man of a burly physique stared through his mask as the man approached, practically begging for his presence to be detected. He walked in the open light, hands up, yelling towards him without a care in the world. Cracking his neck, the supposed guard of the pathway was certain of Foster's nature — he was either bold beyond all belief, or simply, completely, and utterly stupid. 

It appeared, judging on how he hadn't reacted to anyone but Foster himself, that the man had not noticed either Tabby or Cumhall.

Grinning lightly beneath his mask, he folds his arms, giving an upwards nod towards the approaching mercenary. A confident cockiness exuded from his body-language, and, judging by the sheer breadth of his musculature, he likely had the skills to back such confidence, as well. The gauntlets wrapped about each of his arms were nothing to laugh at, either — they were *Very* Thick and most likely *Very* Heavy, yet appeared weightless on each of his girthy arms. Judging from the fact that the man had no weapons on his person, it was more than likely that his gauntlet-bearing fists, themselves, were his weapons of choice.

***"Oh! Tryin' to leave, are ya, mate?!"***

—he yelled at Foster while he was still at a distance,

***"Trust me, I know the feelin'! Come a bit closer, little guy!** We can talk this out, real nice, like gentlemen, heh..."*

He gave a large, sadistic grin, yet it was hidden beneath his mask. His head still tilted slightly upwards, he remained with his arms folded, awaiting for Foster to either comply, or to try something funny. *Something funny, which he'd regret real quickly.*
Virginia
He chuckled at the man's confidence, smirking. "Pretty cocky, aren't you? I'm not one for fighting really—not very good at it, you see? S'why I wanted to walk past you, but..." He gripped the hilt of his longsword, drawing it from the sheathe at his waist. **Not a sound was made from the sheathe as the sword made its exit.** He flourished the blade, pointing the tip directly at the masked man. "I need to get to that tower, friend. And if you're what's blocking my path, then so be it." Despite the mercenary's admittance of being poor at combat, he exuded an overwhelming sense of tenacity as he challenged the massive man.

**That strange aura that swirled about the atmosphere grew as Foster moved into a pflug stance.**

. . . . .

. . .

`But as I said...`

__***`I'm not very good at fighting.`***__

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- Without warning, the towering behemoth of a man fell to his knees, his head rolling across the ground.```***

**Foster—now behind the man—ran his blade through the crevice of his forearm and bicep, purging the blood from his blade as he sheathed it.**

"Should've been more alert, friend. It's as they say: _chivalry's dead._" Foster mocked the fallen warrior, averting his gaze from him. He would then attempt to proceed on his path to the **Tower.**