"Alright, as long as you don't try and run off without me." She smirked and nod her head. "I'll see you tomorrow at the gates then, and hopefully we'll finish this up quickly so you can return as a triumphant hero to this place." Her expression was amused, and a little eager, but she then nod her head a couple more times vigorously before moving back towards the doorway to leave the room. Outside, the elf's client was leaving pretty hurriedly, hugging a jar to his chest as he went, a redness noticeable even from the height on his face.<br/><br/>The tower loomed out in the distance, eerily quiet in its looks.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The tall hill the tower was built on had a cliff at two sides of it, with barricades making it hard to approach from the other directions too, but there was still a fair share of broken ground present there, and two dead guards outside already slumped over the barricades, both appearing to have been shot. Crossbow bolts in both of them, their leather armors had offered little protection from the weapon used against them.<br/><br/>The tower's doorway was open, the door pushed against a wall, some papers spread on the floor that appeared to be scetches of the landscape around the tower, but even so it was a lot cleaner inside. For one thing, the floor was not broken like the ground outside, and there was no pooled blood visible at a first glance. The first story of the tower housed a simple desk near the front door, and a door to a small corner room revealed a trio of beds against both side walls, for six beds as well as a small window facing the cliffside. All the beds looked well worn and used, but none had people in them.<br/><br/>The staircase upstairs near the desk looked like it had seen some better years, the stony steps cracked in many places and signs of green growing among the stones, but they were at least holding, for now.<br/><br/>There was a creaking noise above, on the second story of the tower. The place looking three or maybe four stories high.