The group walked along for a few more hours until finally, as the sun was setting, they arrived at the tower. They stayed some distance away, concealed by a large boulder. This area had the same look and feeling to Cyrus as that old fort at the start of their journey. Their was nothing that grew here. Nothing significant and healthy, anyway. Cyrus pulled his cloak over his shoulders. "Atticus... I feel it... it's the same as it was before. Hell, I'd say it's worse. There might be a full blown tear here."<br/><br/>"Pfft,  enough of that nonsense. See if there's anyone outside." With a roll of his eyes, Cyrus peeked out from behind the boulder. There was a campfire at the bottom of a set of blue steps that led up to the tower's entrance. Sitting around that campfire were two individuals. Both male, in their late twenties, wearing furs. Cyrus nodded to himself.<br/><br/>"Bandits." He whispered. Atticus thought for a moment.<br/><br/>"Take 'em out. Silently."<br/><br/>"On it." Cyrus drew his bow and notched an arrow. He peeked out of the rock and aimed quickly. Then, he stepped out from behind the boulder and let loose an arrow. It found its mark in the base one of the person's skulls, killing him instantly.<br/><br/>"H-Hey!" The other bandit stood up, only to meet his end at the hands of Cyrus's second arrow, which stuck in his neck. Blood burst from the bandits mouth. He pulled the arrow out, causing blood to squirt out of the obvious severed artery before he fell down dead.