The horned woman took her time exploring the various information she could find on the old sage who had built the tower. Turned out there was quite a bit of good information. She even had seen a few pages from an old journal of his. While departed, the sage had excelled at conjuration and transmutation, making him a veritable master of reality. The sage's tower itself was entirely conjured and manipulated, a structure of magic so powerful that it stood to this day. He'd been none too fond of violence though, and had layered his tower with traps designed to strike fear into intruders, or to outright eject them, but the most devious would just keep people from advancing, no matter how hard they tried. The lack of lethality was reassuring, and made for some unusual puzzles.<br/><br/>Nothing had been mentioned about an event at the tower though. Perhaps it'd already been pierced by a quick-thinking adventurer. Or perhaps an inheritor who would know the ways of the tower. She couldn't look up any inheritance on the place, as that apparently wasn't public record.<br/><br/>So she made her way to the tower, where brutes, adventurers, and at least one horse all awaited. Some made a commotion, others were patient. She decided to simply blend in, keeping out of sight and out of mind. Many did not approve of her kind, after all. As so few truly understood the nature of her lovely leather-bound companion that she clutched to her chest so lovingly.