“There is definitely something more to this,” Obrett observed, much more eager now to see the rest of the tower. He climbed the great set of stone stairs, with Brendan following him. The steps were slick, polished dark by repeated use. They did not reflect the general state of disarray that was prevailed by the rest of the building. At the top was a door, shut in the same way as the iron doors that provided, or denied entrance to the tower itself. This one was not a great door like the entrance, but made just for a man of his size. Obrett twisted at the handle, and pushed. Nothing happened. He reset the handle and then tried once more. Still nothing. “It appears to be locked from the other side.” Obrett did not hesitate in pulling his focus stone from its resting place in his robe. Closing
