<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/584410753642004509/584418113119059968/wZ40NOv_2.png)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Xysera Faen'Tallar</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><strong>HP:</strong> 26/26<br/><strong>AC:</strong> 16<br/><strong>Init:</strong> +3<br/><strong>Spell Slots: LVL 1</strong> – 3/4 <strong>LVL 2</strong> – 0/2<br/><strong>Sorcery Points:</strong> 0/3<br/><strong>Passive Perception:</strong> 9 </div></div></div></div><br/>The runner that had been sent to find Lilanya accidentally killed two birds with one stone, and not realizing that the metaphor may have been in poor taste considering. When he found Lilanya in her room by knocking on the door, he also found Xysera with her. The elf and the bird arrived at the watchtower together, shortly after Arwyn did.<br/><br/>Once through the first doors the party was in a cluttered office or living space. Some blend of the both of them, with a door on the opposite wall that would lead to a staircase to the tower's upper floors. Between them and that door, was a desk with a few stacks of parchment and a pair of unlit candles atop it. A wooden chair faced the entrance, while several were scattered about the room facing the desk.<br/><br/>Soon after Arwyn, Lilanya and Xysera met up together in the watchtower, the door on the other side of the room opened and a man stepped out. Clothed much like the other warriors they had already seen the night before, and almost unassuming. A man of average stature, with black hair and a grim look all to familiar to this town. All that stood apart was a brooch with a ruby gem acting as a clasp for his  dark red cape, and a fine looking sword at his hip as well as a decorated shield.<br/><br/><strong>"Good, you all arrived quickly. First of all, thank you for protecting my people. We intend to find out how those raiders slipped past our warriors in due time, but it was... lucky that the three of you were there. I don't know my people to exaggerate. Handily dispacting a trio of orcs and an ogre..."</strong>Dane Findol waved a hand in front of his face, to dispel his own wandering thoughts. Congratulations were not the main purpose of bringing the adventurers here.<strong>"I've got enough soldiers to hold back raids and attacks that are a bit bigger, but not enough to cut off the problem at it's head. Mercenaries, too expensive. A group of three adventurers and wanderers? Work for me for a time, and you'll be repaid."</strong>