Leslie
Beyond the door is a rather spacious room for a tower. Stacked with crates and barrels, it appears to be some kind of food storage room. Regardless, he places his hands and feet onto the ladder and begins to ascend. The ladder creeks like a wooden board as he uses it, and he passes by several floors - one contains beds and sleeping mats, clearly for guards who have night duty. Infact, many of the towers floors look to be dedicated to housing the guards who are stationed here. Upon reaching the second to top floor he finds what looks to be a decently tidy room - a desk placed in the middle, a chest in one of the corners alongside a large shelf mounted on the wall that seems to contain miscellaneous things - trophies more likely then anything. The floor is decorated with a large quilt, and the sergeant from earlier can be seen reclining in a wooden chair on the opposite side of the desk. He points to the chair and the other side and says "Murphy! I knew you'd come, take a seat."
Robert
*Cathal walked toward the chair and sat down. Cathal then asked the captain* "So, what is this mission you have for me?"
Leslie
The captain looks him up and down and grins stating "Glad that you asked! Remember those bandits you dealt with - it seems normal at first, but it's a sign of a larger trend overall. For whatever reason more and more people are being found to be bandits - and worse still is that raiding is increasing dramatically. We've already lost contact with five caravans so far and that was in the past month! Whenever we sent out patrols to catch them, we come up empty handed. So we're assuming the bandits now have a leader. Your role in this is to infiltrate the bandits by posing as a miscreant and acting as an *Insider* For us. You'll report their location and the such so we can swoop in and get them. Understand? You'll need to do some snooping to figure out how though, I doubt they're accepting everyone who walks up and asks to join."
Robert
*Cathal never thought people would flock to become criminals. Then again, he was a noble, and most bandits where common folk, and had less money than him.* "Okay, I'll do it. But I need you to do one thing. Make sure no one takes my heavy armor or my horse, especially my horse."
Leslie
He looks thoughtful for a brief second and laughs before stating "We weren't going to just allow that to happen regardless, I mean - what kind of guards would we be if we couldn't defend peoples stuff? Don't worry about it. Your stuff will be safe, as safe as it can be at least." He then sighs before continuing "What we're going to do is make it look like you committed some kind of crime - we already have it setup actually. All you need to do is to leave your armor here, take some poorer clothing and try to steal from the red stall with the yellow star. You'll get caught of course, and arrested. This will give you the perfect cover story for why you'd want to join some bandits."