Mark jogged onward, and only when he almost arrived at the tower, did he look over his shoulder to notice the apprentice was falling behind. "Oh, I'm sorry, miss." the young soldier said, his face flustered. "I should've watched my pace." falling back to step foot, the soldier walked the last bit towards the Wizard Tower, his breath as regular as if they strolled the entire way.<br/><br/>Drackson was waiting at the Tower's entrace, and nodded at the younger soldier. "Well done, Mark! Miss Pierce, you've been requested to wait inside until Nazhun comes to retrieve you. Zoe should already be inside. Please stay inside, as the streets are currently far from safe! Mark, you guard the door. Let only the apprentices inside, nobody else!" Drackson's words heeded warning. The wizard had informed him it would be dangerous inside for anyone but his apprentices, and the captain rather took his friend's word for it, than risk whatever could go on there inside."<br/><br/>As Elena enters the tower, the door to the living room in the adjacent building is open, and looks like it always does. The apprentices have been quite welcome in the living room for breaks or more casual teachings. Any important lectures and experiments were conducted in the tower instead. The living room was large. Several comfortable chairs and couches surrounded a large salon table, and a dining table stood at roughly the other side of the room. Another door was present at the opposite wall, which to Elena's knowledge lead to Nazhun's private quarters.<br/><br/>The cabinets were filled with old, dusty books, journals, bags, flasks, chests and other collectibles. The cabinet closest to the table held ceramic plates and mugs as well as other mundane tableware. A large chandelier hung in the middle of the room, but it was unlit, so only a few torches that hung from the wall illuminated the room, casting shadows all over the place. A salamander sitting on one of the cabinets stared at the apprentice before crawling into it's hiding place inside a nearby skull.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Leaving Mark and Elena at the tower, Drackson hurried off to the Rain's Shelter. As he stepped inside, his wet hair swept over his face as he quickly inspected who were inside, and noticed a total of four people. Alice, who was standing behind the bar, greeted the captain with a welcome smile. Two peasants who still happened to be drinking at this late hour looked up for a moment to notice who entered, but then returned their miserable faces back to the beer in front of them.<br/><br/>Drackson stepped at the table at which the last patron was seated and slammed his hands on the table. "Ahh, Thorin, just the person I was looking for!" The soldier's face cheered up. He needed someone he could send for that forest kid, and out there Thorin was probably one of the most capable men around. "Tell me you have time, as I have a quick, but important task for you!"