Arrival at the Tower

22nd of Shar 358

The past few days of travel have gone by uneventfully. Today, we finally arrived at the tower that Hornet saw days ago. It's huge, not as big as the tower in Zetsubou but bigger than any other tower I'd seen. The tower stood tall by itself, glowing with a harsh glow. The Tower of Golden Ancestry, it is called. It is somewhat of a religious place, a place devoted to the study of the world's history. It definitely was not abandoned; I could see someone looking at us from an upper story window. The door was left ajar, and I felt pulled to enter. After some talk among the group, we entered the building.

As we entered the tower, we were greeted by a room. The floor was made of marble, and there was comfy-looking furniture around with artifacts everywhere. I had never seen somewhere look so elegant since my short time in Dathodine. At the end of the room stood an unattended desk where you would expect someone to be there to greet people. I couldn't help but look around the room in awe.

I heard someone clear their throat in the direction of the desk. An old man appeared as if from thin air; I did not feel him enter the room. His hair was black, and his beard was snowy white. His eyes seemed to have a haze to them. He welcomes us and asks if there is anything we need help with. Fathom begins to explain our adventure up until now to him. The man seems confused, saying that he has not heard of the places that Fathom mentions. I heard someone coming down the stairs on the left. It was the man looking at us earlier. He greets us as well, welcoming us back (?) to the tower. He dismisses the old man, who disappears into thin air as he does. He leads us upstairs, passing by galleries and libraries. During the walk up, I whispered to Erafinyr and asked if she recognized this man. She nodded.

We entered into a nice study, nicer than any study I had ever seen. There were comfy looking chairs, a fireplace, and rows of book shelves. When we were settled, Hornet, obviously flustered, asked for his name. He seems surprised that we don't remember him. He introduces himself to us as Solas'dir. I am going to hand him this notebook so he may see a first hand account of our adventure. (cont.)

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