As you acend the cold, narrow stone steps to the tower you notice the air getting cooler and the muted sounds of voices. The passageway is dark with only the light of your lamp, small creatures scurry past your feet, and the night sounds become clearer to your ears. Ahead of you lies a closed door, from which the voices seem to eminate as a soft light blankets the outline. You can smell the air now no longer dank and warm but cool and sweet. The large, heavy door opens soundlessly and as your eyes become accustomed to the dim light you take in the scene around you.

The chamber is very large with many open windows, near the fireplace sit four old men looking over maps. A cold draft comes down upon you and you look up realizing for the first time there is no ceiling only open sky. The stars shine big and bright, they appear close enough to touch. The moon glows with a heavenly purity you have never seen before.

Looking to your left in the far end of the room you notice a book case and small writing desk. As you wander closer you see many books on the shelves but few in a language you can make out. You reach for a book.