The darkness skitters away from her as she casts her spell. But something somewhere did not like it. A faint rumble in the sands sent a shiver up her legs as the spell worked into her wounds. But the complaint subsided when faced with the results: the lady was again impeccably beautiful and unblemished. As if holding in a sigh the storm eased its raining for a moment allowing Layna a better view of the winding trail up to the tower. The structure was much larger than she thought, and the closer she came the more it resembled a small castle than a simple watch tower!<br/><br/>No one came to greet her, but as she came within sight the light in the window high above suddenly went out. Maybe it was the wind, or maybe someone was there. Watching her. The nearest door at the base of the tower was ajar, thankfully. And just in time. A wild derecho whipped up, flipping her skirt up with a dangerously high wind while rain began to pour harder than ever. Almost like the storm was jealous, and warned her not to leave him for the dry safety of the tower.<br/><br/>She entered what appeared to be a storeroom. Strewn about were ancient supplies that, surprisingly looked to be in fine shape. As though time had not passed since those ancient symbols were carved into the chests and ceiling. Nearby a burned out fireplace - warm - and some towels and a bowl of water offered her a chance to wash herself of sand and sea water, just in case she should meet someone and needed a good first impression.