"So very true, I thank you Laelanith. I feel my neck is somewhat exposed to the smaller cratures, and you could have just saved my life. Let us depart!"<br/><br/>He leads her on a trail away from the town with the tower - probably good, considering the location, and always keeps a good distance from the bubbling, churning river of darkness. Occasionally, minor fiends attack, but the two adventurers slay them quickly. The area is not heavily contested, so they run into nothing minor, and eventually reach a group of rusted iron shelters without doors.<br/><br/>"I suppose the word town was a little generous, but it suffices. We even have water not from the river Styx. Here, right this way."<br/><br/>He leads her to the biggest building of them all, before speaking loudly.<br/><br/>"Some say beauty is in the eye of the beholder."<br/>The answer called back is "But in actual fact all their eye holds is magic."<br/><br/>He smiles.<br/><br/>"A safety check. The password, if you will. Come on in."