<div class="floatright">(http://imgur.com/TMr3H.jpg)</div>If it can be found in the Major's maps, Ithi'ka spends a few minutes studying the city's plans of the tower.  "Building this size, they may have some modifications."  She studies every square, re-studies them, half closes her eyes and tries to project it into a setting she knows-- the three massive stories, the hundred-foot high icon within-- not unlike a lost fire Giant monolith in Zen'drik, encased in a fifteen-foot-per-step-sided pyramid, no?  Easier even.  Except for the guards, the worshipers within-- er, perhaps not so familiar.<br/><br/>At Katsumi's approach, the petite dark elf tilts her face up to study the woman's reactions and intonations as much as her words themselves.  "You have painted this clearly, and it sounds delightful-simple."  The word sounds like an alien nickname from the dark elf's youthful-looking mouth.  "But it may serve us to position the archers as you suggest, then place us in the lower reaches.  If this" sounding like 'zis', "this young man does not want to go, you may have to fight, and best not just the two of you, backs to a wall..  We can be your<em>zishniat</em>."  She blinks, reaching for the word in common.  "Your, ah, return-rope."<br/>(edit: changeling->woman)