Walking up to the entryway of the tower, he stopped short of it, poking his head around the wall slowly so as not to bring too much attention to himself. No matter what his companions said, he felt that there was something in this tower that would be more beneficial than not. Yet an almost unarmored mage was never at an advantage walking into a situation at the vanguard. He needed either Ka-Vara or Qa'Ra to take the lead on this one. Yet his Argonian "What's the problem Ka-Vara? Just think of this as repayment for the share I had to pay for your supplies! I hate being destitute, friend." Metosi bantered, reminding his Argonian companion of the debt. He didn't want to twist his arm, but his overly-anxious attitude didn't breed confidence. Metosi didn't announce himself to the tower's denizens as of yet, looking over the outside design, then the general layout of the tower from what he could see through an arrow slit. All of his senses were taut, sensitive ears catching the slightest scrape of boot or claw, mind open to emanations of magic, and his eyes wide, taking in as much of his surroundings as he could and committing them to memory.

Action: Try to persuade Ka-Vara, look inside tower through "window", vigilant against danger.