Such beauty deserved an audience, whether reverent or covetous. Layna had surely known both even if guarded by Her Lady. She was clearly blessed with physical beauty, and the walls themselves seemed to tremble not from the storm raging outside in impotence but from bearing witness to her dry bathing. Testing even the discipline of the temple priests, Layna was nothing short of an avatar of the beautiful Lady to most.<br/><br/>If she did not realize it, her husband certainly did, and he kept his bride jealously close, especially in the close confines of the ship. Anytime his eyes wandered to another beauty and he lost sight of Layna, he worried sick for her surrounded by rough and ugly mercenaries and sailors. What was he feeling now, if he were even alive?<br/><br/>When Layna scanned the room in the middle of her bath, she accidentally caught the gaze of something staring back. A bright eye in the dark, peering through the gap of a door, widened in panic and ran off, slamming the door shut. The patter of her voyeur's feet echoed all around her. She was not alone. The lock on the slammed door was in disrepair, and it allowed it to swing open slowly with a creak revealing pitch darkness.<br/><br/>Her eyes adjusted enough to see a wall, and recognize the door led into a narrow hallway. To the left, if she dared peek, was stair case leading down. To the right was another staircase, leading up. The tower had gone quiet again, and with the rain outside discerning any further noise was difficult, leaving no clue about which way her voyeur ran.