When Elara stepped aside, and offered him the first step in, Cyne didn't wait at all. He could almost<i>feel </i>the energy emanating from the tower. He brushed his hand along the door frame, feeling it's protective wards, while incredibly worn down, still active. He imagined it would have paralyzed him in it's hay day, or something of the like. But instead it gave him a slight tingle. Letting his own energy flow through him, he brushed his hands over a rune carved into the stone, his light blue flames filling the crevices in the stone like a liquid, and leaving a glowing rune in his hands wake. His smile grew as he felt the room move around him, the different magics swirling, after having sit stagnant for so long. He traced over the path he imagined early mages taking down this very way, the beauty of the room locked behind years of ruin. He felt a surge go through him, and he allowed his hand to be engulfed in flame, using his own arm as a makeshift torch, using it to explore the runes on the walls, the chalk lines of history long since past.<br/><br/>"This is stunning, really, such a wondrous thing you have just<i>laying </i>here. This ruin is probably a library of magic older than I am, with artifacts of power and great wealth under every rug."<br/><br/>He thought about Caldwin for a moment, and his peaceful stance towards the war.<br/><br/>"Has Caldwin explored through this tower?"