Some of the people gave him strange looks, as they followed his gaze towards the tower; some shaking their heads, some backing away fearfully. A few whispered voices. "Heading to the tower? Must be mad." "G'luck, fella... you'll need it." "Another? Poor soul."<br/><br/>The town stops about a hundred feet from the base of the hill the tower stands perched on, a thin, winding road leading up the steep side. It looks terribly unused, and, now that the tower has grown close enough to examine, it, too, looks dated, covered in ivy up at least thirty feet.