Just as Nbox was getting quite annoyed- Not to mention<em>worried</em>; Was he suppose to follow da Eye as it rose or fell? He was pretty sure it'd been one *or* the other...- The orc saw *it*. There, in the distance; Black and sullen, a single, needle-sharp spire rose into the sky like an accusing finger, jabbing heavenward in a decidedly rude gesture. Another, more rational adventurer might've remarked,<em>"Hey, that's odd- Didn't see *that* a moment ago, and I've been looking at it all day!"</em>, but, to Nbox...<br/><br/>"Grummsh," the orc breathed, in awe; He gave the steel holy symbol- A crude, staring eye hammered out of scrap metal- a worshipful stroking, advancing toward the widening tower in long, loping strides. As luck would have it, the sun hovered behind it, low and heavy, glowering pitilessly down on the world below...Which only nailed it further in Nbox's mind, of course! Grinning ear to ear, now, the orc cleric loped through the plains, his eyes fixed only on the spire before him...