Justine peeks through a panel of rose tinted glass, dirty with age. It’s a little hard to see, but inside the tower appears to be a single large room with a spiral staircase on the other side and some old rotting furniture in the middle. It must have been a nice lounge once, with cushioned sofas and a sturdy table that still stands in the very center of the circular room. A small book case to the left of the window once held stacks of scrolls, most of which have turned to dust now. To the right of the window is, of all things in the middle of this once idyllic little lounge, is a long burned out campfire where logs, chair legs, and at least a couple of scraps of scroll have been burned.