Searos was an Elven Swordsman and Swordsmith, priding himself on his work. He was wearing several pieces of it, though he was most proud of his blade. And at the moment, he was trying to get in out of the rain. Water wasn't good for blades. He knew there was some sort of mythical tower nearby, and had been headed in that direction. Comissions were few and far between right now, and he thought he could look for something of value within. Even though it was night, he could see almost as well as if it was during the day.<br/><br/>He held his shield over his head like a rainguard, using it to keep the water out of his eyes. He could see the tower looming ahead, not too far away. A lightning bolt struck the top of the tower, the loud crack and flash of light hurting his ears and momentarily blinding him. A few stone chips flew off, but nothing in his direction.<br/><br/>He arrived at the base of the tower and peered inside, being cautious. The stone seal that had been rolled in front of the door was cracked in two, and had fallen to either side of the doorway. He used one of them as cover, peering around the side of the doorway.