Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190916205409/@comment-5543592-20190918180546

Gradually, she was nearing the top of the tower, where the sentry was. He was dressed in dark cloth, circling the length of the tower, whistling to himself, cocked crossbow supported by a strap and held loosely at his waist.

"She's taking awhile." Scaldor muttered, growing annoyed. "Should've gone instead."