Charles
The blistering sun overhead was as oppressive as Aewerin had heard. Clutching a think, silky cloak over herself, the comparatively light wear she brought to this land - keeping her light skin completely covered but breezed by flowing wind trapped in the fabrics - felt awkward and unwieldy compared to the more durable sort with which she's far more used to wearing. She dared not glare up at the sun, baring her eyes to the striking rays that'd scald them dry in a moment.

The only thing that helped the wanderer, stepping away from her caravan during the day's search, was her mastery over the earth, that let her stabilize sands under her feet with a constant, rhythmic pulse of her sorcery. In that way, her advance towards the distant and wind-worn ruins was far more sure than it would've been otherwise. She could, at least, thank the prickling heat of the sun for warming her back enough to not feel its own sting as much as usual.

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The ruins themselves, one of many that served as pockmarks in this degenerate land, derogated from any sense of duty - as far as Aewerin was concerned - were revealed by one of the great sandstorms that whipped across the dunes. Once unbending, the now bowed tower of faded embossment was not unlike a tomb that Aewerin had heard about - rumored in her own order as the place to find some astute lore about spellcraft from before the Great Dying.

But, a rumor it was, and little more. She knew she was chasing ghosts - and daring out too far on her own. But, she supposed, who else could truly be out here, in the heat of this hellish place? No one, surely.
Donald
**The Far-Spanning Deserts of Khisfire were a treacherous tale for many a traveller. Be it the violent heat, roaming banditry or the lurking beasts hidden among the sands. What better a place for a trove of arcane Knowledge than knee deep in the shimmering sandstorms that even the locals tended to steer clear of? Oh, only the most adventurous sort would dare try their luck!**

**Upon getting closer, the Elf would likely be privy to the silence that lurked at the Tower. Abandoned, its architecture requiring a subtle squint to decipher itself. Khisfiran, yet its ancient style bore a most exotic and mysterious fashion. The outer area, littered with age old rubble, highlighted a darkened entrance way. Lighting, only supported by the natural hues that shone through the smallest of cracks. Perhaps surprising, was how it still seemed to stand.**

**Yet, as the Elf got closer, that fortunate loneliness would be spoiled. Careless steps rang out from within the tower, audible to those outside. Perhaps the simple creak of the ruin, but it felt ever too blatant. Someone was inside, but just who exactly..?**
Charles
At the precipice of this sand-perched tower stood Aewerin now, taking precious time to stand and gawk at the architecture. Something of a personal affair- her interests piqued and then pleasantly returned to their old passions for a time. The exotic symbols and embossment, the mysteries she could trace with her eyes, and all the questions borne of what had been eroded. Aewerin found herself smiling, despite the beating heat that bore down on her and anchored her misery to her mouth in a previously unmoving scowl.

Though, only domes remained of what other buildings once flanked the tower itself. Alone it stood, half-buried still, piercing the sky in defiance to age's immortal march. Then- she heard it.

Tap-tp-tp-tp-t-tt-tp.

Tap-tp-tap-tap-tp-tpt-t.

Aewerin blinked. Those weren't- no, it couldn't be. It wouldn't be-... Here? The audacity. Deeper than the canyons of the dunes, the mage's face filled with frustrated fissures, bending into a snarl as she summoned her staff into her right hand with small flourish of her fingers. Stamping the base into the sand beside, the Elf began to advance, aiming to slip herself within with a gentle opening of the doors, looking to intervene and catch who or whatever it was that threatened her pursuit of knowledge here.
Donald
**Old doors ushered open, the breach of sunlight cast a keen silhouette of the suspicious Mage across wooden floor. From how the Tower had been buried after all these years, clearly this door was not of the ground level but far ascended. And so, quite simply, a stairway descending down would sprout in a spiral like fashion at the near side of the opening. Aside from that, former window views blocked by sand. The intricate design found at the exterior had been replaced by the bleak reality of its buried nature, dark and barren. With the utility of Darkvision or a sprout of light, one however may look upon and see the familiar Khisfiran patterns from within.**

**The sound of movement before had faded for a time, instead replaced by the slightest of creaks below and down those older steps. From the faint slips in the wooden floor, sprouted the appearance of a lower floor. One of formerly darkness, would suddenly sprout a sudden brightness! Activity below, and torchlight to match. Indeed, if Aeweryn were to traverse further down those rather noisy steps, she would spy the back of a rather busy figure searching through a dusty array of damaged tomes. With one, in particular, catching this strangers' eye. A far more unique tome.**

**With only a back view however, there would be no face to match. Only the dark raven locks of a feminine figure, swish of a tail and the proud display of darker horns. That, and a garb keenly Khisfiran.**