Chapter XV - Weawers spells and other tricks

Entering the tower the first thing to catch my eye was an extraordinary gobelin. Of old age for sure but well kept. The design however quite foreign and asymmetrical. I did not remember ever having seen anything quite like it.

Chapter XIV - Silence of a beckoning

Waking up suddenly as if sensing someone next to me, I turned my head and saw the door previously barred from within now slightly ajar, as if beckoning me to enter. After so much time spend in the shadow of the tower it would really seem an awful waste not to accept such an opportunity for enlightenment. Thus it passed that I found myself getting up, though I must say the exercise was quite painful and in that way a testimony to time lost.

Chapter XIII - Lost time at the tower

For so long I just sat there. And what to make of it. No hunger no thirst just time lost to the tower. Strange, I can see that now. I did wonder what the next day would bring, if it ever came around. Thinking that maybe I was just sleeping the sleep of the exhausted, perchance dreaming it all.