You arrive at the old clearing as the last rays of true sunlight twinkle on the horizon. In the twilight you see the tower you have been told about. Legend tells that a wizard of some power built the tower in the past ages, but he has not been seen for many moons. The outer wall looks unkempt, but the structure does not look in eminent danger of collapsing.

The door to the tower stands ajar and slightly off its hinges, you doubt it would close fully in its current state. In the twilight you can see a small table at the far side of the first room, it appears to have some sort of tome or book on it.

Having trecked for the tower all day, having found it you now ask yourself: why am I here, now?


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