Soon enough, the lift reached its apex, and the bars opened as soon as it came to a stop. The top of the tower was a large, open, and mostly featureless flat area, which made what [i]was[/i] there stand out quite easily. At the center was an ornate pedestal, above which shattered red crystal was floating amid a dark violet field of raw magicka. It seemed to be drawing power from a bright glowing light high above, which appeared to be at the convergence of the pillars of energy they had seen spiraling around the tower. The same pillars Meesei had used to fill the Staff of Magnus with power. 

Of course, what would immediately draw the attention of the pack was the being that sat beyond the crystal, on the other side of the tower. Sat upon a huge marble throne was what could only be Clavicus Vile himself. His appearance was not unlike a Skaafin, though one who was nearly the size of a giant. He wore deep blue finery and sat back, tapping one finger on the arm of his throne. His expression was one less of anger than it was intense [i]irritation[/i]. Still, he did not so much as stand as he looked upon the mortals who had invaded his tower. From anyone, or anything else, his voice would not have been particularly intimidating, but everything about him had a certain, intangible [i]presence[/i] to it. “There is nothing more annoying than [i]pests[/i]. Except…perhaps servants too [b]incompetent[/b] to exterminate them. What has this world come to when I have to quash them myself?”

While it was hard to divert one’s attention from a Daedric Prince, there was at least one more point of interest within view. Off to the side, near the edge of the tower, there was a small cage, barely large enough to contain the being within. Inside, there was what appeared to be a dog, a mostly normal mutt by appearances, except that it appeared quite mangy and emaciated.