Heddwyn was late! He caught the forms of several figures - hired men like himself, probably - entering the ruined tower. Who else could they be, if they willingly came here? Of the few commoners he'd spoken to, all showed traces of fear at his mention of the place, and plenty tried changing the subject. It seemed nobody wanted anything to do with it, and that gave the king the desperation he needed to start hiring out foreigners. Heddwyn started towards the tower, picking up his pace. He didn't fancy the idea of getting left behind in a place with such dark reputation. 

He reached the entrance after several moments and peeked his head around the corner of the portal. The fellows from earlier were inside, or rather, fellows and a lady. More surprising was the tiger at their side, a rare lord of faraway jungles. 
Cautiously, as not to make an enemy of the creature - although he suspected it had sensed him long ago - Heddwyn ducked inside. One of the three was already prepping for danger, arrow notched and ready to be loosed at a moment's notice. 
That gave Heddwyn pause, so he readied his own arms, then said in a harsh whisper, "Are you here on behalf of the king as well?"

He didn't address any of them in particular, but expected the man with the bow to answer first. He seemed like he had a handle on things. In any case, upon seeing Pelor's visage on his tabard, the'd know his purpose.