The gangplank creaked. A looming figure dressed like he belonged in a mortuary exited the ship, sheathed blade leaning against his left shoulder and a wicked looking targe slung over his back. The black silhouette of his squared frame filled the waiting monk's widening eyes. He stopped abruptly before the monk, casting a smouldering, baleful glare down without so much as acknowledging the great tower even once. When he was still, he moved not a hair but to breathe. When he moved, it was with the silent intensity of a big cat.
The monk took a step back, wiping a sleeve over his brow. This was one of [i]those[/i] types. One gear, no off switch. He was here to slay or else twiddle his thumbs.

"You aren't a knight, are you?" Asked the monk.

"I can see mine own image reflected within thy shiny dome. Prithee be still, knave, that I mayest preen these nose hairs of mine."

Catskull leaned forwards and began studiously plucking out his protruding nosehairs as he peered into the monk's bald head. The monk's train of thought nosedived into a ravine. 
[i]Wait, nosehairs? Is he actually... But I... What? WHAT??[/i]
The monk opened his mouth and inhaled a stray nosehair. A coughing fit overtook him, and in earnest Catskull began slapping the monk's back to help him cough it up. Slowly, several eunuchs began drawing near, having heard the commotion.

"Ah, I see thou hast partook of mine hair. How fortuitous thou art, for I, Catskull Maclung shall grant thee a second chance at life! Breath, damn ye! Breath!"

When Catskull arrived with the others, having entered the tower heedless of its wonders, he had a black eye and several bruises on his face. If this drew any looks, he'd look away curtly, and with shadows brooding in his eyes, would answer simply thus; "Prithee do not mind me. A learned man is he who finds that eunuchs are formidable in packs."

The eunuchs had apparently beat his ass, having thought he'd been assaulting the monk. The issue was cleared up, but it'd be a few days before the shiner he'd recieved followed suit. Was he really a knight? Nobody would have seen him on the ship. A stowaway? Why this destination? If he wasn't a knight, he was certainly armed just as well, and likely not for no reason.