The goblin led the way to the tower, only stopping when he had to in order to not get trampled by some horses or other large beasts. It took a good few minutes of walking, but at last, Tobias found himself at Yashar's tower. It was quite large, one of the largest structures in the entire city, intimidating many who found themselves under it's large shadow. [color=007236]"Musht shtay. Yashar doesh not like when I am there for information,"[/color] the goblin mumbled, taking a seat on a pile of bricks beside a patchy tent. Seems that's where he slept most nights. It wasn't a terrible home, though, as he at least had a tent he could rest under. There was a solid bedroll under the tapestry, too, so it wasn't a problem.

The tower's door swung open, almost as if it was expecting Tobias to be there. The staircase just beyond the door was dimly lit by a few lanterns suspended from the walls, a sort of light magic illuminating the room. Quite thematic for a wizard such as Yashar, when someone thought about it.