Cyrus nodded along to Atticus's explanation of how exactly they would go about scouting-- and depending on what they find-- attacking the tower. Atticus waved his fist at Wiflor once she shed in his tea. "Gods damn you! My tea..." Atticus tried to fish the fur out, but eventually gave up. "Oh, what's the point? The perfect balance of tea and spices are ruined! Ruined!" Cyrus stifled a laugh. He felt great today. He and Wiflor had slept together, protecting each other from the cold right outside the tent. As a result, Cyrus slept like a rock, waking up shortly after Wiflor. He stood up and stretched.<br/><br/>"Well, if breakfast is done, i'm going to pack up our stuff so we can move out." After an hour or so of packing, the were ready to move once more. They traveled throughout the day, Atticus collecting alchemical reagents that he couldn't find elsewhere. Finally, they reached the top of a tall cliff and off in the distance was a ruined tower. Its royal blue stones were illuminated in the afternoon sun.