The chainmail-clad adventurer checked his map and looked up at the tower looming over him, so tall from this point that it seemed to pierce the sky itself. This was the sort of tower wizards and witches would reside in, conducting their magical experiments. Cysma had gone out of his way to come here because his supply of potions and magic scrolls, two things he relied on quite a bit to get him through tight spots, was running low, and he decided that going directly to the source would be the best way to restock.
He ventured into the tower and climbed up the stairs to find the owner of the place. He hoped that his sword and shield would be enough to help him out of trouble should he run into any, but magic is unpredictable like that...
He ventured into the tower and climbed up the stairs to find the owner of the place. He hoped that his sword and shield would be enough to help him out of trouble should he run into any, but magic is unpredictable like that...