Re: Lights!
Colm, searching the grounds with the Fool, suddenly starts at the sound of a door being bashed and shattering. He looks up from the strange tracks he found and, bolts toward the tower. He expects the worst but figures no worse happened than an impatent knight's idea of subtilty. Damm fool knights are about a subtile as a harse wreck. he thinks to himself, scowling.
He makes it to the room, shortly after the door shatters and splinters of bench and door are being searched for a suitable torch. He shakes his head slowly, as he looks at the ground. Mi lard, give me a shake eh? I have a lannern that may serve better than a few hastily bundled twigs. He leaves the room and returns moments laters with a hooded lantern, a couple of flasks of oil and his tinder box. He casually sets the lantern down on a table and beings to prepare it for service (pouring in the oil and lighting it and the like.) As he works he talks. As wer'a in haste I dunna suppose yer intrested in the strange knife stabs inna earth the fool and I foun' in round about the tower eh? He pauses. Assuming this piques the partys interst, he continues speaking as he strikes his tinder box against the flint to light the wick of his lantern. Annaway, it looks strange. Na' a drop o' blood, but knife wounds nearly a forarm deep in the groun'. Regualr pattern too. Like a large wheel set with long knives was rolled accross the earth toward' the tower. I'd be wary that the tower was beseiged by war weapons, bu' there is no sign of pitch, stone ner arrow. Lessn' someone used a seige tower to scale the tower and aviod' the traps we'r doubtless to fin' in a wizards tower. I wonner...... He stops speaking, deep in thought and not wanting to speculate further. Only a fool speaks of that wich he knows kno' about, gram used to say. I'll leave tha' to the fool. he thinks to himself.
The lantern now lit, he looks at the group. Well, sir, lead on The lantern he hands to the fool, as he thinks, likely as not, his arm'll be needed for figthing.