“Aye,” Arnold said, one boot on the boat’s edge, looking over to Ronan, “We’re like to have trouble enough with the tower itself. No need to tangle with our fellow man. Speaking of…” He craned his whole torso a ways back to watch Takao already making the short climb to the tower’s roof

“Don’t go too far ahead, boy! Wait for us up—“ [i]thunk[/i]! Arnold’s warning stopped early when he heard the sound of working hinges and saw Takao’s head vanish behind the battlements.  “Ahead.” Arnold heaved a sigh and put on his helmet. “I have a good feeling about this,” he mumbled to himself as he checked the straps on his gear. He took a bounding step from the boat onto the barnacles, and didn’t waste time clambering over the battlements. After all, there was no telling how well they’d hold his weight. He stood up and made to shout, but realized the warrior was nowhere to be seen. His shoulders sagged when he saw the wide open trap door. “Brilliant.”

He pursed his lips and turned around, only briefly acknowledging the sleeping men in the corner. He leaned against the battlements, looking down to the rest of the party clustered around the boat, and waved. “Come along, all of you! Let’s not waste anymore time!”