There was one good point to Arkain’s plan to meet at the tower; it was clearly visible from most places in the city. Then again, that was its drawback too, and anyone near it was probably more likely be spotted by the dragon than any of the others, especially if it were flying. Alan crept through the streets carefully, jumping across the water where he could, wading slowly to avoid splashing where he couldn’t, keeping his ears and eyes open for any untoward sounds. There were some and he did his best to move in the opposite direction, keeping as close to the buildings as possible, using the columns and porticos for cover as much as he could. The tower was still lit an eerie blue when he got there. He still hid behind the columns of an impressive building on one side of the central ‘square’ around the tower. He would have to be quick if he were to get across un-noticed. He hoped the door wouldn’t be too troublesome. He had a funny/odd moment when he could see himself struggling with the handle, then a dragon swooping and a severed hand left clinging to the handle. It kinda gave him the willies, but a surreal laugh too. “You’re going crazy” he thought to himself – then ran.