Soft pitter-patter filled the abandoned chamber, slim rays of light illuminating small portions of the half-ruined construct. It was not entirely so ruined, however, for a well-ornamented rug and a bookcase sat in the room, as well as a small chair and desk piled with paperwork. Within was a man, alone and dressed in a slim suit of trimmed black cloth. The lapel was folded across his breast, giving him a neat and organized look. He was sitting at the desk, two boots crossed atop it as he sat alone with his thoughts.
"What suprises me most about humanity is not our adaptability, our will to dominate whatever changes, but our unchangeable violent nature." He whispered to himself, hoisting a small stack of parchment and reading the words enscribed on the top. "Ah, well. There's work to do, and much of it." He said, sliding his feet from the desk's table and rising to his feet.
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The tower itself was a good few miles away from the road, hidden by a dense patch of trees northeast of North Watch.