[b][center][h3][i][color=746f6f]Nor[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#746f6f]Location:[/color] Tower 3F
[color=746f6f]Interacting with:[/color]N/A[/center][/b]
Nor's attention was diverted away from the body of the ape he'd just killed by a sudden loud thud from behind him. He couldn't parse out what the Nine Hells had just happened, but the aftermath spoke for itself. The hooded man and many of the remaining members of the opposition were neutralized. He'd really wanted to be the one to off the caster, which was especially vexing given he had had his life in his hands not 15 minutes prior, but he'd have to settle for the bastard being killed in a horrifically messy way. Mission accomplished, the princess was still intact and didn't seem to be in danger of getting herself killed again any time soon, barring unforeseen complications that could crop up.

And then the magic keeping the tower started to fade, revealing the shoddy worksmanship for what it really was. Had he the time, Nor would have cursed both magicians of (almost) all stripes and their unnatural ways, twisting reality in ways that they shouldn't, (He held himself back from including all of them thanks to Satilla's intervention. Not everything produced by magic was trouble after all.) and humans for being amateur stonemasons who couldn't even construct a tower that could take a few centuries of abandonment and a bit of rough housing without falling apart. 

Sana's call to get out wasn't a command he needed to hear twice. Making sure she stayed alive was good and all, but he had to make sure he didn't die first. He was tough, but "survive a tower collapse" tough? He didn't know, nor was he keen to try learning first hand. Running as fast as his short legs would allow, Nor managed to reach the entry to the stairway without incident.