"I know not of this 'am-moe' you speak of," Assallya said as she led the way, "but perhaps there is some magic that can be of service."

The lizard man called Silvack was interesting. She'd encountered the type, usually dwarves, with a lust for combat and testing their mettle. She also knew a thief like that, that couldn't resist searching for the ever greater score. Nothing would stop such a person save the grave. Even then she suspected this one would be struggling the entire time he was being dragged in.

The woods they entered as they left the glade in which the tower stood were ancient and the canopy thick.. Almost immediately shadow engulfed them broken by the occasional golden ray slicing through the gloom like godly spears piercing a mortal shield. The area grew more hilly, as they skirted the edge of the mountain. Beyond, in the shadows, they could hear a brook burbling, taking water from the melting snow cap above to the distant sea a thousand or more leagues away.