[centre][b]West Watch Tower[/b]
Draza[/centre]
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The sixth, last, and most diminutive of those on their way to the west tower, was also the one most in a hurry. Not that it mattered, her size meant even her hurried pace was still slower than that of her companions. She wasn’t quite sure if she had even chosen the right path to follow along, but if they were to split up relatively evenly, the sheer bulk of those going other ways meant she didn’t have much of a choice.

Arriving alongside a giant mechanical dragon, she made sure to give it a wide berth, just to be safe in case it began to move too fast for her to dodge, or just stepped on her while she isn’t looking. Ahead, she saw the tower, and with some commentary, she knew that there were people atop it, although she couldn’t quite see what was going on. Low vantage point, and all. She huffed and eyed the ravens as she took a step closer.

Illusions? Maybe, but she couldn’t possibly be sure. She jumped up and down, to get a better glimpse of the people atop the tower, and could tell that they were definitely not at ease. She swung her lute around to her front, and strummed it slowly, as she made sure that it was still properly tuned; it was. Her little fingers strummed across the instrument as the dulcet music began to flow from it. Just a little noise for the background, a relaxing slow movement of melody. Hopefully, if nothing else, it would be a soothing experience to mellow the minds around her. Don’t want any scared person making a rash decision.

Speaking up, she called in line with the ebb of her music, “Hark, wary watchmen, so your worry fades. Hither good omen, forsooth the Queen’s Blades.”