<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/3CW0V07.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tamari Kyri (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1433811)<br/><strong>Stats:</strong><strong>AC:</strong>17;<strong>HP:</strong>1/9<br/><hr/>Neeral found that the doors did not use simple locks.  The lock was a higher quality that most amateurs were incapable of breaking in.  The kobold still managed to pick the lock in two minutes.<br/><br/>The gnome was impressed and a little unnerved that she broke in so quickly.  Either it spoke of how skilled the kobold was or how useless locks were at keeping things safe.<br/><br/>“That makes sense.  I wouldn’t want to lose a hand every time I wanted to open a door.  Good work.”<br/><br/>The typical gnome/kobold animosity was missing in Tamari so she was able to praise the red kobold.  Her family would probably have hauled her away as quickly as possible if they knew.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/6vx3vZd.jpg)</div>When they opened the large iron double doors, the hinges squealed under the weight causing the gnome to cringe.  Stepping into the tower, the mysterious pull disappeared and was replaced by a clarity of mind.  It was slow and gradual.  Things that were long forgotten could be recalled.  Other memories were sharped with details that have been worn away with time even childhood memories.<br/><br/>Stone blocks of all sizes squat in the chamber under a thing layer of dust.  Some of the blocks are completely square, but many of them show evidence of the sculpture's chisel: Rough heads, arms, faces, and other forms are visible.  A workbench against the eastern curve is cluttered with rusted stone working implements of common design.  The room seemed to make up a third of the circumference of the tower.  The ceiling height was 20 feet high.  On the other side of the room, there was a door on the far left and far right of the room.<br/><br/>There was a flicker in the center of the room before a woman garbed in a long flowing green dress appeared.  She had fiery red hair in tresses that extended down to her waist.  Her image was clear in the darkness.  The clarity was unnatural, given the insufficient amount of sunlight that shone into the room through the open doors.  The woman’s eyes seemed to stare behind the group instead of any of them individually.<br/><br/>“Welcome to the tower.  How may I be of assistance today?”