<strong>Dexter</strong><br/><br/>To say that the ghost was 'fighting' the pair of adventurers would have been incorrect, the spirit seemed more like a hopeless admirer, hoping to catch even the faintest touch from the archivist and pirate. He hadn't attacked Dirae out of revenge, but merely because she was paying him the most attention!<br/><br/>His hand passed through the ethereal being's face, parting it in wispy trails of smoke... but the light glow of his magic remained, and the creature could not muster the will to resist it. The effect did not seem to hurt it, though it faded from view not long after his spell took effect.<br/><br/>Dirae kept her defensive posture, but gradually relaxed. "That was... it?" She asked, "Huh."<br/><br/>It must have been an ordinary commoner or another mundane inhabitant of the city. The idea of facing the spirit of someone like the mage of this tower was... worrysome, to say the least.<br/><br/>The pirate stiffened her back and stretched her muscles, "Ugh. I hope there aren't any more. I think you'll have to do all the heavy lifting from now on." She let slip a smile.<br/><br/><strong>Leander</strong><br/><br/>The woman yawned and stretched her arms up into the air, "Don't keep me waiting." She said before going about her business analyzing the ruins.<br/><br/>The warrior elf entered through the lit hallway, passing by a hole in the wall that revealed a large waterfall off in the distance. Further along, he came upon an old skeleton, apparently halfling, skewered upon a set of spikes that jutted out from the wall. It had been there for awhile, covered in cobwebs and the remnants of its' tattered rags and a broken spear. Maybe a few years, tops.<br/><br/>Hopefully someone got past this unfortunate soul long enough to disarm the rest of the traps. But if they were from the mainland, then this place would have been looted dry by now. Must have been a native...<br/><br/>Deeper into the ruins, his sunrod once again found some use, illuminating a dark passage into the heart of the structure. He did manage to find some place suitable for his and Liah's uses, a chamber with only one entrance. It was completely covered, and had a few torches upon the walls which still looked capable of carrying a flame.<br/><br/>In the center was some sort of alter, surrounding by more serpentine imagery. From outside, it started to rain ...<em>again</em>. The sound was muffled from inside, however. Of course it was never subtle or gradual, it could storm in a manner of minutes out here in the southern islands. Back at the entrance, Liah was standing within the circle and watching as the rain filled up the grooves on the floor from the matching carvings out of the ceiling. "Fascinating..." She said upon the elf's return, "I wonder what this is for..."<br/><br/>"Oh." She exclaimed, suddenly brought back to reality as she drew her emerald eyes to meet his, "Did you find anything?"