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A cold wind whips sleet at you and tears at your cloaks. The moon is shrouded behind a grey haze, and you hear wolves baying in the dark woods all around. Against a dusky sky, you can just make out the shadow of a low tower. A lantern burns in one of its windows and begins to sway, beckoning you towards the safety of shelter.

The tower is the destination, or at least that’s what you were told. To tell the truth, the course of events is still more than a little hazy. A few days back, you were contacted about the need for a group for a task of utmost importance. Just what importance wasn’t told to you by the messenger, only the location and that there would be others, but you were able to find out a little on your own.

The tower ahead belongs to the sage Treona. Nobody is really sure about just who she is and as far as anyone is aware she just claimed the old tower one day some years back. From what you’ve been able to find out, she has kept to herself in her tower in the woods since then, but about a month ago she was seen in the nearby towns in all directions, apparently doing research on something. Now, the summons to go to her tower for reasons unknown.

Nobody can quite agree what she was researching. Most observers noted she was buying old tomes and maps of the surrounding lands when last she was seen in the town, and the assessment was that she found something, or at least the location of something. Whoever she is and whatever her purposes, she has money to back whatever she wants done.

It would be good to finally reach the tower. The road you have been walking along for several miles is only a road in a rudimentary sense as days of rain have reduced it to mud that sticks to your boots. The only good to come from it is that on the journey you met up with others who told similar tales of being summoned to the tower for unknown purpose. It has been slow going, and even with the tower in sight, it is not looking like it is about to end soon.  

Olidee turns towards Ragnar, holding the cowl of her long brown cape in the attempt to protect her face from the elemental onslaught, screaming to be heard against the wind.

Of what i heard she has looked around in the nearby towns, buying maps and historical documents.
I'm somewhat of a cartographer, so i don't find it that strange to be summoned. Not that i'm famous or anything.

Anyway it might be a nice change of pace.

Maybe she wants to save expenses that more famous people might incurr.

Challis walks along side the others who have answered the call with his old, gray hood pulled over his face, to try and block the rain.  The vicious, yet somehow also drab nature of the weather still surprised him sometimes.  The young knight looks toward the others and speaks loudly to be heard over the rain.  "Maybe she's just busy, and didn't have time to come look for us herself."  he shrugs, though the gesture is almost hard to see with the rain and sleet.  "A few of us seem armed and armored, though."  Challis's own shield is strapped to his arm, a piece of blue cloth over the front soaked with rain.  "I wonder what she's called us for."